First Friend
Letter Dear Zachary, Sorry I haven’t written in a while, it’s been a busy few months. The move went well, but I do regret choosing Times Square. Every time we visited, it...
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Hurricane Sandy Serenade, Part Two
Haibun Poem October 30th Wisps of breeze and a steady drizzle replace the shearing winds and punishing torrent. Our trees stood. Branches, twigs and leaves litter both yards and the driveway. Our house...
Hurricane Sandy Serenade, Part One
Haibun October 29th I tremble starting the job. Ebony curtain rods are still in the original packaging. So are the wall anchors and screws. I had already lost myself to a fever-pitched rage over...
Pre-Smuggs Insomnia
Haibun Poetry It’s a quarter to one in the morning. Cricket songs, and the ever-present drone of Thruway traffic, pass through our open bedroom windows. We’ll be on our way to Smuggler’s Notch...
All You Need Is Just a Step
Poem Leave the darkness of your room, and make a step outside the door, and you’ll see a world never seen before, when gazes go beyond the golden sand, the lonely shore, where...
Piece of Nothing
Poem The world belongs to the living… Now you are far away from home, the home you never had, and as your presence turns to stone, I’ll never call you “dad”. Now you...
A Deprivation
Haibun Poem The sound of Screeching steel alongside our house. A hot July 3rd; we look up from our empty dinner plates on the deck table. The ventilation fan of our central air...
No Longer in New England
Poems About Home Its snowing, at least that’s what the windows tell me. It piles on the rails of my neighbor’s deck, the red one where they sit every morning when the temperature...
A Rain Meditation
Haibun Poem Steady rainfall. The Pastore’s new generator hums. Across the street Stacy and Laurie talk. A sparrow perches on a maple tree, taking shelter under its leaves. Cool draft at my cheek....
Such a Moment
Haibun Poetry A breeze blows. The Syracuse wind chime behind the chaise sounds a three-note melody. A sparrow’s song answers. The neighbor behind my house hosts a party. Adults chat, children squeal and...
