Category Archives: Poetry

Biting Off More Than I Can Chew?

Posted on April 15, 2019 by dmuranaka

Never! But this month is a pretty tough slog. There are things going on that occupy a lot of my attention and there are two activities that I decided to add to this month which makes for a busy time. … Continue reading →

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New 30/30 Set

Posted on April 4, 2019 by dmuranaka

Well, I’m back at it. I’ve done 4 poems for the Tupelo Press 30/30 and they are up, at least for the time being and before I start really revising them here. Over the next few days, I’ll post my … Continue reading →

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For National Poetry Month, I’m Doing the Tupelo Press 30/30 Challenge Again!

Posted on March 31, 2019 by dmuranaka

Dear Friends, In celebration of National Poetry Month 2019, I’m going the Tupelo Press 30/30 challenge once again. I had a blast last time, which lead to some of the material in my chapbooks, The Minstrel of Belmont and Leading … Continue reading →

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Grandpa Dug a Hole Beneath the Tangerine Tree

Posted on April 25, 2018 by dmuranaka

via Grandpa Dug a Hole Beneath the Tangerine Tree I wrote a new poem not that long ago after I took Maya to see the hina dolls at the Boston Childrens’ Museum for Hinamatsuri (Girls’ Day). Maya has a small set of … Continue reading →

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The Life of a Poet

Posted on May 1, 2017 by dmuranaka

Does anyone ever feel like you’re writing and you’re in a groove and you’re doing so awesome that you’re creating something like or but you’re really coming up with this?

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Appreciation for the Big Things

Posted on April 20, 2017 by dmuranaka

“Don’t expect your children to love you, so they can, if they want to.” –Ron Padgett there is nothing like my son’s kiss on the cheek my daughter’s hug the evening and the morning and the next day

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Sudden Spring

Posted on April 19, 2017 by dmuranaka

I walked through my bedroom and from the corner of my eye, I thought I saw disaster. My heart palpitated. My vision flickered. A fallen tree? Had the woodshed collapsed? Something was suddenly, shockingly different out in the yard. forgotten … Continue reading →

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Working Dad

Posted on April 10, 2017 by dmuranaka

missed t-ball boy being a “baseball sport” lacking an sd card

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Narcissus

Posted on April 9, 2017 by dmuranaka

yellow flowers in the window reflects kindly

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So Much Depends On A Red Pick-up Truck

Posted on April 5, 2017 by dmuranaka

little boy pedals w/ head on a swivel red pick-up truck

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