Labor of Love
Poem Whatever I did I didn’t do to impress. It was me being what you gave to me. The science to what we achieved changed our culture. Nourished by what believed To be a...
Category: Poetry
Seeing You
I see you. All the parts. Even the ones you don’t think you show. I feel I hear your soul talking to me, revealing the essence of who you are. I see it. In...
Reflexivity
I set out to write a poem, and turned out a cliché; a pretty little cliché, like a rose but a little better than just a rose; not a red rose — like a...
Reconciliation
Contemporary Haibun The Camry pulls up. I shut the TV and make it to the vestibule. Open the cracked front door before she can. She looks at me. Her hesitation, anticipation and hurt—there for...
Watching Too
Freestyle Poems Late into the night it watches me doing my necessary duties, complaining on the phone, reading in bed, setting my alarms, making preparations for the coming tomorrow, like an estranged lover...
Two Minutes Silence
Hastings is bustling. Only teenagers and night workers are still in bed. My new cardigan compliments that circa nineties look I was going for. The rain starts. I follow the herd towards Priory Meadow....
Sinking Spirit
There are days when I am in the light Yet it’s arms cannot touch me Days when there are songs of laughter And my soul cannot hear My mind runs too fast in reverse...
Existential Right of a Cliche
Your eyes, a moon-soaked shard of heaven, your face, luciform lilt of sea; I scarcely breathe, lying with you, love, now, my heart so jammed with awe; crammed with the varied parts of you;...
Observation
Contemporary Haibun Poem The silence unnerves me. My questions are met with their sealed lips and indifferent eyes. Outside our classroom, dappled Maple leaves collapse onto concrete. Time passes. My failing lesson tightens...
The Fields
Sometimes ideas breeze through my mind as winds in a wheat field That ebb and flow in the misty haze, dancing a dance they cannot ever have learned And I think that is the...
