Swing Song: a haibun

As a girl, young, bordering on naïve, I had a tree swing. My stepfather climbed the backyard tree to tie the ropes with hands that were accustomed to being fists. Hour upon hour I sat in the swing listening to the ropes creak and the…

Self Made Celebrity

All hail Narcissus, Patron of speaking without listening Patron of exhibitionism Patron of mirror kissing lack of humility Look at me! Look at me! Look at the pretty things I’ve made Look at me now, ’cause I’m the prettiest I’m the strongest, smartest, most unique…

The Ocean

The ocean has a part of me it’s true, A piece of pure wild dancing gracelessly, Within my soul it comes and goes sometimes, And when it goes I know where it has gone, Back to the sea, the place where it belongs.   The…

Compatible We

Am I? Am I poetic in my flow? When the bloom of my lips open like a flower and the words that I speak flow like dew dripping from its tip Does it look like poetry? When my motion around you draws a gentle breeze…

Hour 6

Driving up the dirt road into the mountain campsite, this is not the behavior of a beetle. The car was home for the next two weeks, and I felt free. Caught between an unfulfilled dream and a status quo future. If I could use the…

2 pm

if there were no stars in the sky no moon to light my steps your voice would guide me through long winter nights    

Poem 5

With Love – Phone   I am a phone, Whose throne, nobody can own. The one who has a ringtone, Follow order like a line of stone. I am luckiest one here, Nobody can think to go without me, anywhere. I loved by everyone, More…

Early Morning Walking

He is completely untrustworthy… Ask my sisters, they’ll tell you the same thing… Hee hee hee hee . There is one in section 2, that I think if I wanted to pick the perfect building… I think pasta, you know something soft… I went running…

the death tender

her home was outside the village near the stables quiet, restful, separate she spent her time reading, or writing, or tending to her flowers she had a cat that liked to nap   she was the death tender summoned when necessary needed tucked away otherwise…

10 and Ten Minus 8

Just back from Germany. I already miss King Ludwig, His castle imagination, His operatic grotto, His mountainous solitude. History tell us he was as tall as an aspen, as rich as Walt Disney, as modern as electricity. He walked among the common people, yet ate…