Phoenixlike

We might die and leave the earth But memories will stay with worth We might die and leave them here But our good deeds won’t disaappear Like good old phoenix we will come back When time is right we will fly back For sure its…

Good boys

one day you come home from school past the farmland past the road next to the swamp where the gators lie if you look long and hard enough and your mother stands outside waiting for you and you do not know what she found but…

PLAYMATE LOVER

PLAYMATE LOVER I’m at the crossroads of time My life is in flux and I need to choose a path that will satisfy both my heart and mind All I want is love, yet I hate to be smothered I need a playmate lover One…

I,You,We

Sailing on the same boat, humming the same lines, we talked, shared space, slept under same sheet. One got down at east,other at west. Now,divided by directions, by color, by race, by history, They spat each other on differences. Yes,forgetfulness is a boon, but remembrance…

Weaving Tales

Hour 3 Let’s find a road we haven’t traveled Let’s weave a tale we haven’t told In going out, we learn the stories of where we’re from Life is short so live your best tale weaving stores ‘round the fire weaving memories in our life

Of Innocence and Consequences (prompt 7 and 8, Hour 6)

Things could certainly have been different if we were different people. Songs of blame loop endlessly when one person breaks free and one is bound in place. Abandoned in our small house, made smaller by lack of you, I grieved a long time. Send in…

One Thousand and One

There were at least one thousand and one reasons to go back.  I only needed the one. Simple love lived there.  It had been years since I paid her a visit, yet she welcomed me like it was yesterday.  Simple love is easy that way. …

Flowering (a haibun)

One Saturday, Paul was able to go to the clinic by himself for his daily blood draw and follow-up. Our usual medical team had the weekend off, so it seemed less crucial for me to go, too. He came back buoyed up from meeting the…

Hour seven: Apology: My friend’s boyfriend

I do not understand what she sees in him, his bumps and crevices on full display, unapologetically ugly, expecting to be loved exactly the way he is— knobby feet in flip-flops, clothing loose, draping over the largest parts of him. He swirls wine in his…

Excess

A word too many A thought too loud A sigh too heavy An ask too much A compliment overstated A conversation repeated A person contained The expectation of who you are A jacket too tight The seams are splitting A sky too limiting The mantel…