An Oil Change
Haibun Poem A Latino couple rests on the dark-gray leather couch opposite me. His thoroughly stained white painter’s pants and Sherman white sweatshirt somehow contrast and complement her matching light-gray sweat suit. An...
Category: Poetry
Not a Dream Anymore
Stumbling across the sparkling purple sand in a dazed confusion, Learning the way through this beautiful, desolate place. Not looking at it as a dream anymore, but as a second home. Feeling the rich,...
Diary from an Empire (III)
14.08.21 Bombs dropped elsewhere — in the empire I awake to this benefit. 14.08.22 whenever I drive a humanist loses hope at least a little 14.09.30 Punish the arena owners severely! Imperial citizens should...
New-Old York City
Free Verse Poem Sounds abound, motorcycles roar, elongated buses funk up the dirty air, two dollar vans careen the streets on steel rims,while neighbors fight and sex in that order, the baby dogs’...
Confusing Words
I often confuse words Pray – prey Accept – except Love – need You can teach me the difference I will not learn I prey, except me for my mistakes And remember that whatever...
Waiting Girl
I hope to love a New York girl For she sat alone and sad So I pledge her, my heart And a union that would last But slowly she shook her head And so...
Let Me Fall in Your Sleep
In nothingness There I reside Always falling, falling softly, in daydreams and lilac Under, and over and everly, listen I am moonlight through waters of love and submission Where tranquil pools of lavender are...
Tongue Tied
We all draw from the same pile, Scoop up our words with practiced ease and Feel them time-smoothed, Ringing with the movement of other tongues. They make such varied shapes; Edging out patterns of...
Sombre Sky Sailor
I imagined his ghost standing and waving from the docks As I sailed into the sky With my heart in pandora’s box Joining my scarred sword Unspoken words Velvet riding cape And caged birds...
I Yearn To Be Unambivalent With You!
I yearn to be unambivalent with you! I want to be drawn so near I’d know the scent of your amber locks. I want to be enfolded into your breasts of azure so I...
Cup of Tea, Cup of Coffee
Haibun Poem Eighteen years earlier across the pond, a cup of hot Earl Grey tea. Hot bitter-sweetness spreads out from the first sip. Daylight fills the living room through cream curtains. The hum...
