The Smuggs Chronicle 2013, Part 1
Haibun Poetry First Day: August 18, 2013 The traffic slows to a crawl north of the Woodbury toll. We never hit traffic heading upstate before. After a half-hour, a silver jeep with a crushed...
Tagged: Love
Bittersweet You
Poem A: I breathe your name: I whisper it like a beautiful secret To drift onto the empty night, Hear it fall with the snowflakes And echo off the stones, And come right back...
Hallowing Loss
Haibun A hornet struggles in the air, slow to fly off after a fruitless search under the deck table. Emerald leaves on a barren peach tree doomed to the saw tremble in the slightest...
The Key To My Heart
The key was heavy brass. There was a tag tied to it that had an address written on it. Marcus held it in his hand, contemplating what to do. The waves of the beach...
What I Think About in the Football Stands
Poem There’s something treasured in watching someone you love From the distance, as though to acknowledge That had you made a few different turns along the way that You wouldn’t know them at...
What We Really Are
Short Fiction Being blind isn’t easy. Sure, I have my cane so I don’t bump into walls, and I have a dog that tells me when it’s not safe to cross the road. That...
Move In Time
Comfortably – we pass the time, testing waters, casting lines. No attempts are made to hide the lasting contact of our eyes. I sense a change in mood as I feel your hand clasping...
For Tony, For The Man Who Gets To Stay
When I finally leave Mallory’s place, the second wave of the bar crowd is just getting home. They bubble up from the yawning mouths of subway stations and lurch indoors with their arms around...
A Picked Flower
Poem That flower that I picked for you One dark night from the forest floor, Trembling in the wake of a faint, wild tune Had drops of dew clinging to its petals And...
Splendor and Filth
My mind is reckless… writhing and thrashing and burning in a sandstorm of red hot madness – in a wasteland of brimstone dreams… a snake that thrashes wildly…desperately…achingly against the wrought-iron pillars of man,...
Known and Unknown Birds
I’d describe falling in love with you as though you’ve heard about Birds called Morning Doves your whole life Only to learn they’re truly known as Mourning Doves A secret poignancy and beauty and...
What Once Was Ours
Poem I still think of us as the proprietors of the Poe House up North In the field surrounded by traffic circles and public park Except our one corner with the tall grass...
