Category: Poetry
The Smuggs Chronicle, Finis
Haibun Departure Day: September 1, 2013 We pack the car by 10:15 and arrive at guest services shortly after. Frankie kisses the key cards goodbye. After we settle accounts, and get his free ice...
The Man Who Can
Poem You run a bath for my return I take out the bins I forget half of all I yearned You remember little things You have the eye, the finer touch I engage in...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Fourteen
Haibun Fourteenth Day: August 31, 2013 We sit on the swing overlooking Rum Runner’s Hideaway. The mountain reservoir sits still in the late morning. We await the opening hour when Mira notices that the...
Mind Garden
Poem A day of cold, And I’m chilled to my bones. Every rafter of my snow-shocked brain Tinkles with pinnacles of frost: Glass too cold to touch, Each lobe a frosty forest Except the...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Thirteen
Haibun Thirteenth Day: August 30, 2013 Mira and I make our last trip to Stowe this season. We eat a sumptuous homemade salad before beginning our walk along the Stowe Path. The sun scorches...
Blurred Visions
Poem Keep going my dear, I don’t know why it’s worth it But don’t get tired Of trying to find a reason Times when your tears They don’t stop It’s hard to see...
As The Light Goes Down
Poem As the light goes down, shades are passing by, faces once so close are nothing but a night. Faces once so true turned into a tree of lies… Faces once so loved –...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Twelve
Haibun Twelfth Day: August 29, 2013 The day’s weather wears “a thousand faces.” Patches of blue sky and sun follow gray skies and rain. The day screams, “Pursue indoor activities!” We listen and head...
It’s Day 2 of Open Enrollment
Poem I sit in a chair and face the corner of a cubicle for eight hours a day since it’s enrollment time for benefits It’s noon and we’re already 200 calls deep Enroll my...
