Category: Haibun

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First Class

 Haibun Poetry   Rich walks me to room 252, finishing some comment as he opens a steel, fire-rated door. I enter, and he closes that door behind me. Fifteen Black and Hispanic teens look...

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Empty Intimacies

Haibun Poem   The towers of the George Washington Bridge straddle the traffic. The constant drone outside our motel room is our own urban surf. Inside, a musty smell from the carpet complements the...

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Atlantic Alternatives

Haibun Poetry   In another life, I’m too late. My son Frankie and his cousin Mia swim out too far. The waves at Robert Moses State Park swallow them. I cry out. They can’t...

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A Walk at Nyack Beach

Haibun Poems   The Hudson surges against the black boulders of the Nyack Beach shoreline. A woosh of water on stone is a chant in rhythm to the river’s tide. Frankie bikes around a...

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The Morning After

Haibun Poem   Her cup of Columbian Supremo cools atop of a crumpled copy of the Journal News, spread over the kitchen table like leaves across the lawn. She stands by the kitchen sink,...