Hold Steady
Poem Trusting yourself To overcome your own misgivings The losses you can never prepare for The tinting of your safe paradigm You let yourself let go of the work of Thinking, visualizing, apprehending...
Category: Poetry
Outback’s End
Haibun A plastic box filled with a white-russian colored film. Corrosion in the slots where cylinders fit. A technician’s solemn expression: “In twenty years, it’s always a cracked engine block.” After 9 years...
Would You Care
Poem A little princess floats aimlessly, skiing from cloud to cloud. She watches earthlings down below, busy chasing trends. Endless cycles to the ends of the world. Girls yearn to be stick thin...
A Karaganda Christmas Dream
Poem The snow, mixed with mud– Like grey diamonds Glitters underfoot. Presents wrapped in newspaper (No ribbons for us) We have wine and candy Listening to the old familiar songs. I can feel...
Ode to Bacon
Art Poem Those faces, blurred and smudged as if an artist’s finger had passed over the surface of the paper. What horrors lurk inside your psyche so that you see the world in...
The Only Hope
Hope Poem They’d almost killed me. I saw them coming, grinning, shouting. The sun was down, the sky was frowning, the moon was an evil clown. I knew I was being watched, and...
What’s Next
Poem What’s Next? I had a day I worked Did something for the world Gave someone my time Got myself paid Everything was fine I came home And wondered I fed myself Learned...
This Year’s Christmas Tree
Haibun Deep Evergreen. Full. Red and gold balls and bells; tops with gilded bands; Russian-esque spires all around. Four sets of lights; the white nina doll ornaments Mira loves. The giant bow. Our...
A Christmas Walk
Poem The blooms have blown; Fall birds have flown, Something secret in the days has changed from warm to cold And the young woman in me feels it too, Chill air makes her...
Let the Girls Run
Poem Let the girls run and play untethered like little boys before they are told to cease and be like little girls. For now, let them swirl and swoop and dive like thrushes...
The Machine
Poem The slow spinning cycle turns, And the needle quivers its way back To true north. This machine of mediation Weathers the winds and rains Of inevitability On sunny days of serenity Its...
