The Man Who Can
Poem You run a bath for my return I take out the bins I forget half of all I yearned You remember little things You have the eye, the finer touch I engage in...
Tagged: Love
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Fourteen
Haibun Fourteenth Day: August 31, 2013 We sit on the swing overlooking Rum Runner’s Hideaway. The mountain reservoir sits still in the late morning. We await the opening hour when Mira notices that the...
Blurred Visions
Poem Keep going my dear, I don’t know why it’s worth it But don’t get tired Of trying to find a reason Times when your tears They don’t stop It’s hard to see...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Twelve
Haibun Twelfth Day: August 29, 2013 The day’s weather wears “a thousand faces.” Patches of blue sky and sun follow gray skies and rain. The day screams, “Pursue indoor activities!” We listen and head...
It’s Day 2 of Open Enrollment
Poem I sit in a chair and face the corner of a cubicle for eight hours a day since it’s enrollment time for benefits It’s noon and we’re already 200 calls deep Enroll my...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Eleven
Haibun Eleventh Day: August 28, 2013 Mira and I walk resort trails. We pass a bears and berries walk up the road to Notchville Park, heading toward the reservoir. Blue, plastic maple syrup sap...
Talk 26 – Dog Day
Short Story Tolerance my friends, tolerance. People come to me to tell their sins away and to listen to mine, which are greater and more disgusting, so they feel better about themselves. But if...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Ten
Haibun Tenth Day: August 27, 2013 We’re in a booth at 158 Main. Mira’s first cup of coffee is so full that she can’t add milk. Our breakfast arrives. My first bite of pancake...
A Last Chance Or None At All
Poem The end walked whistling by, under the shinning sun. It had got tired of all the hue and cry, was going for a sun burn. The water in the rivers had died, and...
I Wrote This While Waiting For You
Poem Even if I could ever write a poem that summarized all the minor chords lines In all the themes songs from all the movies we ever loved I’d still think That one Bonnie...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Nine
Haibun Ninth Day: August 26, 2013 Downtown Jeffersonville. We bought wine, a scarf — and her birthday card. All before lunch. gray clouds a sigh of relief clutching that envelop Rain Day. We rest...
