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...
Tagged: rebellion
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....
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,...
Men in Ties
I know not why but I despise men with tightly knotted ties. and men who always tie their ties far too loose and far too wide. Men who walk around in socks, men who...
Awaiting the Doctor
Haibun Poetry Conversations carry on outside the grain-laminate door. Papers rustle. A phone rings with a staccato four-beat tone in the key of “E”. Lights hum. I sit in the last examination room...
Upon Losing a Childhood Home
My mother swore for the twenty-three years we lived there that the house was grey when, clearly, it was white. White with black shutters and one-two-three on the mailbox and the old camper in...
Realms Unknown
Does the ocean lie below the land Or the land rest on the ocean? And how one must thwart the other to exist As we create the pathways through, over and under To try...
