Personal Paschal Mystery
Haibun Poem You took your last breath. You, the Life, died. Where you could never be, you went. Death, through yours, becomes the door to life. My cousin, who could sit still no...
Tagged: rebellion
You Were Born Of… – Part Five
Free Verse Story When I died, I mean when they killed me, there were no bright tunnel lights, no singing angels sitting on fluffy clouds strumping harps, no rough necked thugs, no heaven and...
Along the Bones
Free Verse Poetry See them as they race through the sinews and along the bones Interwoven with their preordained infrastructures ill-afforded them by freedoms Products of existing where they were born and expanded...
Kish and My Left Foot
Poem O, sister of my heart You are no longer the Deviation of my mind The purge in my sole Or the ivory footsteps You walk alone in Midnight skies along Trees that...
The Life Theatre
Poem It breaks my heart to see you in pain, unhappy, tired, inanimate like a puppet on strings held by this marvellous creature of sorrow. The scissors are lying on the floor. Too...
A Great Way to Displace Unwanted Matter
Poem about Memory Fume Fret Fumble over hands that fail to pay attention where needed Yesterday we all but shared Tonight stand alone is the order Fumble Easy words stick in the throat...
Seventh Annual Fun Run
Haibun Poem Parents in T-shirts and shorts herd their hyperactive children to the starting line. We ignore the green-shirted volunteer speaking through a bullhorn. Other volunteers attempt to corral us to one-half of...
Barcelona: Matriarch
Barcelona opens its arms and you suck it all in. The music in the bars is the only English you’ll hear: A familiar sound is the espresso poured alongside beers. Pounding sangria at every...
Garden Birds
Poem Once in their lifetime Alone they face A trip into the wild Without knowing What will they find Garden birds They travel from a great distance To reach the water Of youth...
Time to Go
Poem I’ve been giving you all that I can Yet you’re always finding cracks Never want to know me for who I am You’re always looking for things I lack I’m tired of...
