2.25.2016

Untitled Haiku #83

opportunity
missed, kismet shakes its fist
at synchronicity

2.23.2016

Yielding

I gripped
a digital frame
in shaky hands
snapshots
of my children
shuttering by
in time
with my jittery
heart

2.21.2016

First

   Lightening
(only) one
       acute sentiment
   Astounding
(only) your
       magnanimous offering
 Stone path
      (heave
           n
           ward)


Micro Poetry for Real Toads: ONE THIS SNOWFLAKE

2.17.2016

Exercise in Fragility

If grief has a flavor
it’s strawberry
conventional
seeds stuck in dental work
If despair commutes
it’s stuck on Route 9
forgetting the back way
Sadness sings all the songs
on Imperial Bedroom
and Zenyatta Mondatta
smells like your deodorant
anticipates meaty hands
circling its waist
constantly rubs a bruise
with its left thumb
unthinking
waits for rain

2.12.2016

Gridlock

So much depends
on transformers
transmitting voltage
to service drops
carrying current
through a frayed cord
behind the toaster
in my kitchen.

For Fireblossom Friday in the Imaginary Garden, riffing off The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams.

2.02.2016

Fresh Box O' Books





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