haiku - March 28, 2023
a true flea market should be offered by old dogs dried, fresh or a blend
a true flea market should be offered by old dogs dried, fresh or a blend
after the rain pure golden light I plop into a sunny chair who’s damp cushion eventually soaks my bottom at this moment i care more for...
why write poetry? it doesn’t pay the rent or prepare cheesesteak sandwiches or make blankets that might warm someone you can’t dance to...
my sister-in-law arrives carrying her luggage loaded with paper and plastic bags and heads to the casita and I suddenly think of all the...
we are all sloppy truths an ugly and beautiful portrait that could use a lot more lighting near the corners and not just that spotlight...
weeds are somebody’s kids babies a mother left in sidewalk cracks or lost in the wind to wake up in fields and flowerbeds or slipped her...
I watch the faces that slowly drive by and while I try to read their eyes and guess the weight of happiness that would show on some...
I can reach the top shelves of the two cabinets that hold wine and their glasses I’m able to clean and backwash the pool adjust its...
you’re a Granny Smith I’m a McIntosh (touch of Irish) he’s a Golden Delicious she’s a Fuji didn’t we run young and silly through that...
tastes are usually optional but not in the case of the grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup the salty oily crunch and warm stringy goo...
if that means nothing to you go ahead turn the page or stay and hear about toilets and one old brand stamped on the porcelain Crane on...
today’s egg juice and English muff won’t be replaced by mint chip ice cream with a coffee chaser but that day is coming when a silly...
there are long complicated births and endlessly simple deaths and the ways we speak of them the breath in lower and higher octaves ...
He’s off on a 6am dog walk into a quiet frosty 37 degrees you can blow smoke rings at that temperature curse the numbing on your fingers...
when you meet him he emphasizes that letter like it should come with a big fat accent perhaps capitalized or in italics or even bullied...
I prefer one-on-one over any math multipliers the heat from a single heart above a knot of warm humanity one clear voice instead of the...
never during our courting or in the 28 years of dinners car trips or tv watching did he say “have you heard the one about . . .?” now he...
I think it’s comparable that black-feathered phoebe rock-perched and head-cocked and me chair bound swivel-eyed a flycatcher and I...
a poem about perfect love Is not that easy to write one I shudder to do when linking heavenly adjectives to brilliantly sunny nouns that...