Tagged: poem

Hide and Seek 0

You Do It All The Time

Self-fulfilling is the safe word in times of bondage loyalty to what hurts more prays neon tears toward the left aisle On the way out of where you thought holy existed was merely a...

Haibun Example, Green Grass 0

Memorial Stone

Haibun Poem   Mom and I see the headstone. Salmon, just as we chose. Smooth on top and along the sides, it emerges from a rough base of the same hue. Scattered grass grows...

Rustic Neighborhood 0

From Afar

Walking by an unfamiliar part of my old neighborhood. Seeing the screen door of a brown house with a steep lodge-like roof And the white empty Victorian chair. They are waiting for the warm house...

Cooking 0

Ingredients

Let’s cook without recipes selecting the parts and allowing them to meld to melt into one another and become this thing that we could not imagine when we first started You are as butter...

San Francisco 0

Dreams of the Bay

When reminiscing of San Francisco, I think of… Uncharted waters, vivid and crisp Dreaming through a facade in the mist of amber’s rain. Untapped opportunity, thriving from the branches of father time. Leaves of...

The Catcher in the Rye 0

Reason

We read for a reason, Not just to pass the time. Those seconds are offered up. Every chapter a simple ritual renewed. In the small hours those moments return, Leaked out in the thickened...

Sun Flower 1

I Must Not Seek You

To find you You, as I, are Divine And God is Merciful I do not suffer I have walked along tempests And felt the beauty of such power But I have not known you!...

Vinyl Record 0

Down and Out

Sitting on a wooden chair In a grey and hazy lair Walled in by both stone and earth Pondering unsettled cares Unrequited, disquiet, Gravitied by frowns and frets Brittled, lapsing, mental grasp Sinking shoulders,...

Home Bar 0

Don’t Forget

Sap at just about every turn leaves a man feeling crash “turn” meaning the phrases avoided on the way to the fridge he calls his bar the shot of water in a half-broken glass...

Haibun Today, Cirrus Clouds 1

An Oil Change

Haibun Poem   A Latino couple rests on the dark-gray leather couch opposite me. His thoroughly stained white painter’s pants and Sherman white sweatshirt somehow contrast and complement her matching light-gray sweat suit. An...

Dreamy Girl with Flowers 0

Not a Dream Anymore

Stumbling across the sparkling purple sand in a dazed confusion, Learning the way through this beautiful, desolate place. Not looking at it as a dream anymore, but as a second home. Feeling the rich,...

World Trade Center 0

Diary from an Empire (III)

14.08.21 Bombs dropped elsewhere — in the empire I awake to this benefit. 14.08.22 whenever I drive a humanist loses hope at least a little 14.09.30 Punish the arena owners severely! Imperial citizens should...