Category: Poetry

on my feet 0

On My Feet

On my feet I feel the care taken for us, Keen honed and aching up my legs. Everywhere I look I can see the effort expended. All those streams of finance guided to just...

Haibun Poetry, atlantic 1

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...

right to rebellion 0

The Rite (II/III)

Morning ascended – we climbed in the minivan to open shop, as you, and she, had done for years without lapse. I had coiled the night in angst – dreading the future I extruded....

Today a Poem 0

Today

Today I made a memory of you A perfectly contained thought that could be placed in a box on a shelf in my mind and retrieved whenever I say the word, “Go” It’s safer...

waiting 0

Waiting

Waiting As if you would Come ’round for a chat I know that you could But don’t expect it at that So sit here I will To think of the weather The movement of...

Haibun Poems, beach 1

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...

rite 0

The Rite (I/III)

It remains immediate like fresh abrasion – the night yowls of rage crashed at us. I raced the stairs to find her retracting defiantly, as you stomped forward, two bulls bellowing wrath at the...