Argument, 1:37 a.m., 2/19/2015
“I told you not to do that.” “I don’t want to do this but I bet you’ll remember to do it right next time.” “I don’t care if you lose respect for me. Get...
Tagged: new poetry
From Malice to Experience
These words of kindness are killing me softly Words once spent with the scent of pure innocence Words now spent with intent of injustice Wilting my working limbs of gentle intention Limbs once lively,...
Men in Ties
I know not why but I despise men with tightly knotted ties. and men who always tie their ties far too loose and far too wide. Men who walk around in socks, men who...
The Train-car
I touch the walls of this old wooden train-car. My hand feeling first the roughness of wood from another time and place. My feet standing where others from stories past once also stood that...
A Rhyme at All Cost
(for J.K.) Between you and me shall flower no love; To Frisco, Bangkok, Granada — I’d move If fervor for New York mine didn’t glow; To threat of ill and gloom instead I bow...
Awaiting the Doctor
Haibun Poetry Conversations carry on outside the grain-laminate door. Papers rustle. A phone rings with a staccato four-beat tone in the key of “E”. Lights hum. I sit in the last examination room...
Upon Losing a Childhood Home
My mother swore for the twenty-three years we lived there that the house was grey when, clearly, it was white. White with black shutters and one-two-three on the mailbox and the old camper in...
Realms Unknown
Does the ocean lie below the land Or the land rest on the ocean? And how one must thwart the other to exist As we create the pathways through, over and under To try...
A Complicated Thing
In a constant state of flux, another ostentatious fling. I’ve been contemplating love but it’s a complicated thing. We tightly hold each other, so brazenly we’re furled as we lie beneath the covers both...
A Piece of Trust
I’m letting myself be tenderized by the “yes” and “no” of loving. The course salts sting my heart upon contact, burning. And yet, softening me to open for what may come next and next...
Water Year
The chicken fevered between witchery in his forearm and the dead counter when its neck was snapped cold. He ran a slit at the throat and held the thing up gushing clean into the...
