A Hundred Hours of Crystals
Poem Day and night the snow keeps falling, A hundred hours of crystals Piled head-high on the ground. On the slick and slippery roads It goes whispering and slithering, Flowing like a dusty...
Category: Poetry
Writer’s (Burlesque) Block
Poem You know – the finality that slams doors, vibrates the sound to Stimulate inner ears Where the imagination retires to Change its skin and emerge to Entice, Engross, Seduce Where these canals...
Hurricane Sandy Serenade – Part Three
Haibun Poem October 31st “Frankie says it’s the worst Halloween ever.” “Why?” “No pumpkin to carve, no trick-or-treating.” I look at my mother. “Why can’t he tell me himself?” We pull up to Secor...
Tied To Shore
Short Story The yacht tilted and dipped, then violently lurched from side to side. It’s sinking and there are no life vests aboard this vessel. The Captain’s angelic wife, darted out from the...
Wake Me With Risk
Poem You may see my body In a dead-like form Yet I travel within My resting mind You may feel sorry Seeing my body In this fixed look Yet, see not my soul...
Hurricane Sandy Serenade, Part Two
Haibun Poem October 30th Wisps of breeze and a steady drizzle replace the shearing winds and punishing torrent. Our trees stood. Branches, twigs and leaves litter both yards and the driveway. Our house...
The World’s Exhale
Poem Waking up I hear the rain, the wind rustling the tree branches The rushing of car wheels spinning over the wet streets I see the blue light peeking from behind the curtains...
Finally, a Will
Poem So childlike I can’t be like love, like that Strength, yes The heirlooms passed down from fathers To sons like sparks given to an anvil From hammers Greatness laughs As a child,...
What Was Lost
Poem It was a shame we met just a little too late to enjoy The walks through the fields, the smell of the lilacs in bloom Seeing the leaves change colors in cascades...
First Snow
Poem Swollen, the dark sky opens at last; From the cloud pours swirling white. Flakes come drifting down like fairy feathers From the afternoon sky. Softly at first, then heavier and heavier, ‘Til...
