The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Eight
Haibun Eighth Day: August 25, 2013 Montreal. We cross the same suspension bridge Mira and I alone crossed 14 years ago. Signs for downtown lead us to the bustling streets of the city’s modern...
Category: Poetry
Mechanical
Poem Grey screen goes blank promptly at 14:10 I walk past three pink stalls into the fourth where I hang up my coat pull my scarf and shirt over head careful not to strangle in wires....
Digging Deep
Poem Smile, smile that wondrous smile Oh! my precious, precious love Speak those words I love to hear And hush whilst stars stare so clear The sounds that echo in my mind In naked...
Pink Kisses
Poem The sun explodes into a million pink kisses only to be buried beneath the greys of dusk. I catch one, pretending it is from you. Bittersweet. your tears still enchant the day...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Seven
Haibun Seventh Day: August 24, 2013 Mira and I wake up exhausted from lack of sleep. She, from multiple awakenings, and I, from an insomnia fueled by obsessions. We postpone our day trip to...
The Smuggs Chronicle – Part Six
Haibun Sixth day: August 23, 2013 We park next to a church-turned-community center near an inn on Rte. 100 — Stowe’s Main Street. It’s our second trip, and on the way to Mack Market...
Fact or Fiction
Poem Listen to the fiction Breathe in the wonder Breathe under water Waste your time With the frivolousness of color Feel the green And value your emotion Like your life is one big vacation...
The Smuggs Chronicle – Part Five
Haibun Fifth Day: August 22, 2013 Clouds fill the sky above Mansfield and Sterling. Sporadic rain falls. Mira and I enjoy an afternoon in. The sun soon breaks through. We eat her homemade salad...
The Lost Age of Show-and-Tell
Poem Time drowns us like quicksand, the hourglass has a wide waist Eighteen years are reduced to memory, you grasp blindly for your vanished youth The little girl’s toothy grin is replaced by...
Not To Say
Life Poem I wanna roll Not sit in this stall Wanna rediscover the sights Not from in these wall Plenty out there to see Not seeing it all from in here Knowing I can...
The Smuggs Chronicle – Part Four
Haibun Poetry Fourth Day: August 21, 2013 Nearly the entire Meadowlark trail lies bathed in sunlight. Mira walks on its shoulder wherever she can find shade. I feel short of breath long before the...
