Grooming For Never (Never) Land
Poem Attempts; again and again To suck in the gut of atrophy You swear admittance will Ultimately rely on the twinkle In your eyes The one where … any attempt Foiling hardship or...
Tagged: new poetry
Breaking Through
Haibun Poem Tuesday evening zazen — not an “ease in” sore thighs and forearms burning, mid-spine vertebra numb legs all troubling thoughts from this morning so much crumbled dust no fresher feeling than recovery...
Closing Time
Short Poem Like magic it began a small thing As cells divided and became people Within these confines that were warm, welcoming, alive Lives that took on directions so separate from their conception...
The Things They Tell Me
Poem They tell me to forget you That I’m wasting time on feeling who You are inside and appear aside From your bright, fluttering smiles They tell me waiting isn’t worth The return...
Giving My Life to Time
Poem rather the water blue to a cool breeze to refresh and undo to the sounds that appease rather be sailing where the air drifts freely exhaling in directions with new twists away...
A Literate
Poem Elocute, eloquent Elephant Confess consciously; cry courageously. Please, pachyderm, pardon Our orders, obliging obedience. We want what’s warranted For full finality. Absolve, abject Aardvark. Forgive fully; find forbearance. Mind, mammal, motive- Simple...
A Curious Confusion
Poem Last night, in my back yard, a curious confusion arose, you were, I was splendiferously colliding stay home and speak to me, go away quickly leave me alone with you I’m talking...
The Train Station Couple
Poem There is only air between their faces now, no touch, no smile, no look, just air. He would like to hold her hand and go back while she looks at the clouds:...
I Still Remember The First Time I Saw You…
Poem About First Love Shy A little hidden Yet there if I’d just peeled back the layers and taken the time to notice your different shades of trauma Blue for all of the...
Wearing Another Skin
Poem About Self-Reflection Taste me to see — just … go on and on and on She never complained, she just let her reflection take the blame left them all hanging What kind...
His Own Assembly
Haibun Poem Frankie squats on the living room hardwood floor. He grabs a blue, semicircular plastic connector. Then he stares at the directions, makes adjustments and adds a short yellow rod. The “Demon...
