The Smuggs Chronicle – Part Three
Haibun Poetry Third Day: August 20, 2013 A note on our windshield reads “Please don’t park in front of our home (duh!) Thank you.” Mira’s face flushes red. She soon snaps aloud about the...
Category: Poetry
The Wonders of Why
Life Poem There she was, Looking for a way out. She didn’t know she was looking, But there was help on the way. She asked for help of her maker Before the answer was...
The Smuggs Chronicle 2013, Part 2
Haibun Poetry Second Day: August 19, 2013 I. Stowe Path Walking the asphalt path Wildflowers purple and orange High grasses, blackberries Sycamores and maples Lining the sides Past a bend Top of a rise...
The Smuggs Chronicle 2013, Part 1
Haibun Poetry First Day: August 18, 2013 The traffic slows to a crawl north of the Woodbury toll. We never hit traffic heading upstate before. After a half-hour, a silver jeep with a crushed...
Gothicarus: Part XIII – Dawn
Serial Gothic Poem The sun seemed like a new and exciting friend. Her carriage rolled along the road for days, Yet neither the journey nor the dips in the road and the rocks- suddenly...
Wheelbarrow Race
Haibun Frankie holds the younger boy’s ankles. When the ladies say “Go!” he and the boy race up the green toward the finish line. The younger boy’s desperate hand-after-hand wheeling pulls Frankie along. And...
Bittersweet You
Poem A: I breathe your name: I whisper it like a beautiful secret To drift onto the empty night, Hear it fall with the snowflakes And echo off the stones, And come right back...
Gothicarus: Part XII – Conductor
Serial Gothic Poem He frowned at her sternly. “You are…connected. You see and hear What others do not. The heavenly realm calls to you.” She twisted her pale hands. “I’ve always felt that He...
Requiem for an Autumnal Moment
Haibun Another breeze. More rustling leaves. Shadows spread, then recede. Clouds drift between the sun and the yard. The first leaves fall. Mira finishes tapping on her Asus. She stretches, walks over and states...
Early Morning Self Portrait
Poem The smoke flows out From between my teeth Like green wind And ash scatters in the smile. The smoke is sucked sharply back With a pain that I love and hate All at...
Gothicarus: Part XI – Bumps
Serial Poem Did you hear that? I’m certain he’s back again. Measured breaths against the floorboards Betray the location of the fiend. I will not move a hand or foot. In stillness, I will...
They Will Not Take It From You
Life Poem Hey, boy, come here, tell me what you’ve seen: is it the North, the desert, or the forests evergreen? Come here, don’t be shy, no one’s gonna mock you, you see, I’ve...
