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...
Tagged: weather
The World’s Exhale
Poem Waking up I hear the rain, the wind rustling the tree branches The rushing of car wheels spinning over the wet streets I see the blue light peeking from behind the curtains...
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...
