Lawrence Farm Orchard Experience
clear skies cool enough to pick yellow delicious with three of our friends so satisfying Frankie’s audio diary. His climb up Granny Smith, Gala and Fuji trees for the unblemished, still hanging apples higher...
Category: Poetry
Just Come Home
Spoken Word Every day it seemed as if a body Felt neither here nor there Gradient, up; roads bare Gradient, down; city streets Blinking the crosshairs of “no vacancy” We need you another...
HSA Meeting
The Haiku Society of America’s NYC Metro chapter hosted the Society’s National Meeting. Held in a modest community room of a local West Village Arts center, perhaps 22 people gathered in the space. Forty...
Looking Out The Window
Poem Looking out the window but my vision’s blurred. Past’s, present’s, future’s, a train is chugging fast winding up in summer haze followed by my eyes followed by my thoughts… Looking in the mirror...
Who Wants To Know?
Spoken Word Sure, I ramble; sloppy Of course I strike out; ideal-deluded Why certainly prejudice eludes the light of equilibrium; comfort To be sure, all the night has to do is throw its blanket...
“Meet the Teachers”
We sit in G’s new room. H. grades papers. Ilana checks her messages. D has his iPad open. Judy arrives with a handful of parents. She presents; one asks a question. Then another. Soon...
Love Prevails
Inspirational Love Poems Of all things that pass away, Love prevails. Love is deep. It seeps through every aspect of our lives, Filling them in irreversible ways. When someone leaves us, Their love stays...
Living With Fear (Of Losing You)
Love Poem Every day I tell myself Life is what I make it. I say, “There must be better”. This is not a dress rehearsal, You only get one life in this readiness,...
Small Vein
Poem Love and then all else Or the ashes, the ashes that Go with taking things to heart One way Handsome looks skew the point Or maybe help it all go someplace I...
Dizzying Orientations
His humanities classroom with Ms. Narscisco looks like any room at Montebello. His other rooms look more like those of typical High Schools. The science room is the exception, with its wood paneling and...
Are You Still There
Poem Are You Still There? We were like dancers, on our toes, together gently, apprehensively, barely touching, averting our eyes, talking in riddles. Our minds pulled, tugged, reaching out to entwine, bodies keeping their...
Unbreakable Wings
Poem Never… I said the word! Never Released the bird. Never Will see me broken! Never I’ll be just a token! The walls are high and I can’t see beyond. But I...
