What Used to Be
Poem I used to write. So many words about love, lust, hurt, desire, life. Some still exist in places on the internet I don’t go to anymore, some I threw away because I...
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Thanksgiving Weekend 2012
Haibun Poem Thanksgiving Day, November 22nd Another wave of sickness strikes. I’m on my knees over the master bath toilet. Orange-and-brown bile fills water and stains the porcelain rim, along with the painted...
Thanksgiving Day, 2015
Poem Today I was walking down the street with the Smell of fall in the air and the Crunch of leaves beneath my feet and I Couldn’t help but think of how this...
Hurricane Sandy Serenade – Part Four (Finis)
Haibun Poem November 1st Another morning at the library: He watches POV videos, while I delete email. We cringe at the fire alarm a careless patron sets off when she steps outside to...
A Hundred Hours of Crystals
Poem Day and night the snow keeps falling, A hundred hours of crystals Piled head-high on the ground. On the slick and slippery roads It goes whispering and slithering, Flowing like a dusty...
Writer’s (Burlesque) Block
Poem You know – the finality that slams doors, vibrates the sound to Stimulate inner ears Where the imagination retires to Change its skin and emerge to Entice, Engross, Seduce Where these canals...
Hurricane Sandy Serenade – Part Three
Haibun Poem October 31st “Frankie says it’s the worst Halloween ever.” “Why?” “No pumpkin to carve, no trick-or-treating.” I look at my mother. “Why can’t he tell me himself?” We pull up to Secor...
Wake Me With Risk
Poem You may see my body In a dead-like form Yet I travel within My resting mind You may feel sorry Seeing my body In this fixed look Yet, see not my soul...
