Category: Poetry

Rite 0

The Rite (III/III)

I recall the exodus from Kaoidang: the flight from sprayed bullets into Iron Mountain, the night you hazarded land mines, jungle wild, and the Khmai reds to extract your child from harm. Unfed, barefooted,...

Garage, Haibun Poem 1

At a Garage in Tallman

Haibun Poem   I brought my car in for inspection at Tallman Tire and Auto. A tall, thin man with graying brown hair under a Yankee fitted cap smiles. He was one of Frankie’s...

Blue Flower 1

Spider

In my canoe of floral sheets And comforters that explode in blue blossoms I am eating away at the time of night for sleeping, For being consumed in crackling dreams That I will forget...

Autumn Rain 0

Untitled

To work in art we must see the unknown To brush our commentary upon paper so others may see it, too You may be the only one who reads this And that will be...

Struggle 0

Struggle

How do I make a dollar out of fifteen cents? I need that dollar to pay the rent. Everyday I go to work and it’s a struggle. I have mouths to feed and bills...

We 0

We

Crying, I give my empty hands, my body is wrapped in disease it is going, disappearing, decaying … What is it that ate you? What is it that put you to sleep? What is...

Problem 1

The Problem Is  

The problem is that we’ve let it drift. When you leave Love to the moon-eyed It will always go wrong in the end. The ones with mist about their bones Who let their thoughts...

diary 0

Diary from an Empire

1/4 rage in Ferguson their hands up they shout don’t shoot our empire bides 2/4 Brown robbed the store a curfew for Ferguson not the empire more by JUN HUA EA

haibun, intimacies 1

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...

tonight 0

Tonight

These are my saddest lines The last that I write for you That you once loved me and I you and everything was wonderful That my pen never stopped moving upon paper And the...

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...