Thanksgiving Weekend 2012
Haibun Poem Thanksgiving Day, November 22nd Another wave of sickness strikes. I’m on my knees over the master bath toilet. Orange-and-brown bile fills water and stains the porcelain rim, along with the painted...
Tagged: rebellion
Hurricane Sandy Serenade – Part Four (Finis)
Haibun Poem November 1st Another morning at the library: He watches POV videos, while I delete email. We cringe at the fire alarm a careless patron sets off when she steps outside to...
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...
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,...
You Don’t Know What I Know
Poem Keep pressing my buttons why dontcha I’ll give you a chance here and there Let you attack and test my anesthesia I’ll let you stare and glare and compare You don’t know...
Lionize with Care
Poem Never place one foot forward and the other Backward In the dim of the screen’s glare I Dared to dream the quiet texts Wishful boredom Polite, forced attention was for My fifteen...
Hurricane Sandy Serenade, Part One
Haibun October 29th I tremble starting the job. Ebony curtain rods are still in the original packaging. So are the wall anchors and screws. I had already lost myself to a fever-pitched rage over...
