The Aftershocks of Lightning: A Short Pantoum
The moon turned the world to ash. Without flames he blazed. With skin coming up smoke, the pale orchard leaves melted in his palms. Soil hard as bone way back when. I found him....
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On My Feet
On my feet I feel the care taken for us, Keen honed and aching up my legs. Everywhere I look I can see the effort expended. All those streams of finance guided to just...
A Walk at Nyack Beach
Haibun Poems The Hudson surges against the black boulders of the Nyack Beach shoreline. A woosh of water on stone is a chant in rhythm to the river’s tide. Frankie bikes around a...
Go Ahead, Release
Something new always feels familiar Set that table cloth down over The edges you feasted by Sunlight manages to get shot Of dripping honey Get distracted by the sweet And I’ll get away with...
Where Love Resides
Love are these crushed blossoms that I hiked up and down the Montmartre steps to bring to you just because I knew you’d like them And I dream that you will clasp them in...
Untitled (I)
Butterflies? More like a school of sardines swarmed by dolphins. Swirling, churning the water. Rolling into a tight, anxious sphere. Hoping to escape the certainty of being devoured.
