First Agape
Haibun Poetry I turned over my rusty red tricycle in the mud room. Then I spun the wheels. And listened to their vroom. Feeling that presence that even now I can’t name. plop...
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Via Mirrors
Wait That thing is still there And your hair is askew And your eyes are too close And you sure do look tired Muss your hair Well that didn’t fix anything You look less...
A Lesson From My Founding Fathers
I stiffly sit back in my creaking wooden school chair my blank-faced response to the professor’s inquiry now burning into a lovely scarlet the rosy color perhaps forming into the letter D for Dunce...
Mandy Knows – Part Two
But Mandy knew And yet she tried harder. “This way they’ll see,” She thought, “All the hours I spend To make them happy.” But Mandy kept getting Disappointments and sighs Sometimes they’d even Roll...
Naked Inattention
Haibun Poetry We change from gym in the boy’s bathroom — talking about something that grabs my undivided attention. We walk down the gray-brown granite hallway to our first-grade class. We step inside....
A Bug’s Death
Standing, staring into the cold, white interior of the bath. A crane fly is caught in the trickle of the tap, helpless. One wing lifeless, the other madly flapping to no avail. For a...
Adoption Mine
Haibun Mom told me the story. She and Dad had applied to adopt a child. Westchester Family Services had interviewed them. Social workers inspected their immaculate two-bedroom apartment. But lawyers, doctors, stockbrokers and executives...
Argument, 1:37 a.m., 2/19/2015
“I told you not to do that.” “I don’t want to do this but I bet you’ll remember to do it right next time.” “I don’t care if you lose respect for me. Get...
From Malice to Experience
These words of kindness are killing me softly Words once spent with the scent of pure innocence Words now spent with intent of injustice Wilting my working limbs of gentle intention Limbs once lively,...
