One Step Forward, One Step Back
Silhouettes of our past Only moments behind us How do you break off The things that define you? I have memories And I have nightmares How can you decide The things to hold on...
Category: Poetry
Start Smoking Now
Companions surrender ghostlike flesh Feeling Warmth Fading ember Breath Sculpted movement Exploring little cardboard minds Hard to find a heart as hardened – my bruiseless fingers reaching skyward Febrile hunger Clawing blind for air...
Empty Thread
Stitches never end Up and down the endless thread Weaving an interrupted string Rushing to quiet a wish to sing Ceaselessly working Progress is gnawing Is the epic promise growing? Almost there, just a...
Who Cares?
As often as I reach The stretching fades As much as I see Only what I can It disappears I open my inner eye To see the bellowing of light As loud my sound,...
A Montebello School Commencement
Frankie and I are home. He’ll soon put on a light-green, button-down collared shirt, a pair of Khakis and dockers. We’ll drop him off at the middle school and take our seats in the...
A Shattering Truth
You and Dad tried to conceive for twelve years before you decided to adopt. You told me that story often enough: how I grabbed your pinky when you visited candidate babies, and you knew...
Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Poem Yesterday was cold and dark and you were little, very small almost feeling like a tiny ant on the edge, ready to fall? Today you are getting stronger, as you step and...
The Power of Goodbyes
Poem It strikes, painfully and almost fire-like when you know it is time to wave at the old days. Why though, you’ve asked? Imagine being the white dandelion its arms holding to the neck...
Summer Virus
Haibun The bloated feeling began when we drove home from the library. The cramping began later, when we came to bed. Rolaids offered no relief. The cramping soon became stabbing pains, waking me up....
Awakening Joy
Haibun As I pour out pills to sort into daily containers. As his fingers dig into my armpit, and my laughter ensues. As I get ready for bed with a stuffy head. The raw...
Diamond Gaze
Diamond piercing gaze Lashes sharp like barbed wire fences Guarding wary soul more by A. M. LAINE Photograph by Rolands Lakis
