The Silence Of Snow
Poem in the distance the sound of snow is pure silence but we can still hear it in our heads the peacful falling of snowflakes into certain death is so beautiful and soothing how...
Category: Poetry
Winter’s Gift at a Vacation’s End
Haibun A layer of snow rests on the deck. Just a dusting. The reflection of tile on the storm door blends with that thin layer of snow. Light tries to breach the banks of...
Time Capsule
Poem Sandalwood coaxing your velvet dreams Melting them like butter and cream A moment shimmering like honey Each ring a thousand years Each step swirls and disappears A delicate time capsule Ghosts, lifetimes, oceans...
Finishing Their Cupcakes
Haibun Mira and Frankie finish making the cupcakes. She raises her voice over his removal of something. Then she shows him the final touches: applying cream. ground dark-chocolate and peppermint. chocolate chips. She pours...
Making the Day’s Music
Poem I took a walk It was a long awaited walk The day was happy of my return “You’re back!” she cried, “You’re alive again!” The world became visible to me So clear, so...
A Walk Into The Woods
Poem breathe more than you ever wanted to take the spirit of the leaves with you in the grey of the walls to keep it as treasure against the sound of the cars fill...
Silent Night, Silent Day
Haibun Something in the way she drives. Her left hand, turned up, turned down, on and off the steering wheel. Her steely eyes, centered on the road. The 40 MPH sprints on the side...
Relocating the Gingerbread Man
Haibun It is a delicate procedure. One so precarious that Frankie runs from the kitchen, saying, “I can’t bear to watch in case this goes south.” Mira emerges from the kitchen. The gingerbread house...
Meditating On Strength
Poem Strength. Where does it come from? Where does it hide? Lurching behind the corners of your worthless mind. This inner deep desire to leave it the past behind. To smile and face...
Sleeping On The Edge
Poem Sleeping on the Edge can be dangerous you may fall or maybe not dreaming of a life unaware of it all is that our way of life? fear is born when we wake...
An Autumnal Trinity: 3 Haibun
Haibun First Staff Day ’13-’14 A hot and humid auditorium. Teachers from every school seated, talking. Some near an open window, some fanning themselves. Most sweating. Like me. The newest school’s principal, a woman...
