Uninvited Celebrants
Haibun Poetry We had plans for my birthday worked out when the French door opens. Five minutes later Mom and Dad sit at our kitchen table. As often happens living in a mother-daughter...
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Dirty Blood
My blood is dirty. I drag out. Past my anger and apprehension, 2 steps. To the neighbor’s house with a bottle of Manischewitz, Sorry for the noise. He smiles. 12 steps. Past the razor...
The Denial
Poem Sweet taste of temptation Silent sound of your fear The beat of your heart And the taste of your tears Your whispers like dreams Still echo inside me Your hands, my sweet lover...
How Sternly Instilled
To be alone is to have failed somehow. The cold line they look to leave. Those quiet nights with too much shadow; Broad stretches of cloud-troubled sky and Thoughts passing through your head like...
Joey – Departed
Haibun Poetry Mom comes upstairs crying. Her tears run down her cheeks, her hands tremble as she collapses into a chair at our kitchen table. “Joey’s dead. He died in a motorcycle accident.”...
All The While
Shafted…damn How those eyes looked Ticked off on one or two fingers the sky we stood under Rain was the edge, sunlight the folds travel again around corners bent for your majesty the crown...
Regular Pick-Ups
He comes like Santa Claus in unmagical night, trailing a monster iron-wrought — a hissing, growling, squealing beast burning yellow and red down streets of dispassion. He is agent of convenient oblivion, undertaker of...
Confide in Me
Let the green grass breath on me and the dried flowers lay their heads on my shoulders. Let my stomach churn and flutter. Let my weightless eyes be cooled by the ocean air and...
Mosaics (circa 2011)
In that hazy place beneath closed eyes and above dreams, I am sometimes back in the Met on that crisp December day. I’m wandering between the columns, Seeing my face in the black and...
