Category: Poetry

Haibun Poem 4

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,...

letters 1

Why I Write Letters

Allow me to put this pen to paper and consider you as more than a passing thought That my sinew and muscles and bones will create this new life which your eyes will give...

Ajax the Lesser 0

Ajax The Lesser

Here is where confidence leads to doom Bigger the ego the harder the rocks break on your bones WWE before I knew it was fake Would say that’s gonna leave a mark But on...

Bubble on The Street 0

The Street Is Sowed With Cans

The street is sowed with cans; she does not recoil from the bounty — she is an American. Her quivering talons pick the knot with a master’s patience, nimble thumbs pry and part the...

Protected Occupations 2

Protected Occupations

It began because it was easy. Everyone tries to tell you that your heart and your mind will always be at war, but if they somehow sync up, don’t question it. Just go. Be...

Where Love Resides 0

Where Love Resides

Love are these crushed blossoms that I hiked up and down the Montmartre steps to bring to you just because I knew you’d like them And I dream that you will clasp them in...

Dreams 0

Dreams (II)

In my dreams I search for the perfect place. Solitary, bright peaceful and vibrant. In my dreams there are many endless roads from which I can see prospective comfort. In my dreams I know...

Butterflies 0

Untitled (I)

Butterflies? More like a school of sardines swarmed by dolphins. Swirling, churning the water. Rolling into a tight, anxious sphere. Hoping to escape the certainty of being devoured.