5.27.2019

Park Street Pastoral


Walk through town
to a shady bench along the bike path
next to a drinking fountain
and an always-filled dog water bowl
across the way from the bagel place
and the fire station
and an honest-to-god picket fence
the whole scene is amazingly idyllic
down to a greying man strolling by
transistor radio in his pants pocket
blaring The Sound of Silence

Sharing on the Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden

5.26.2019

Crystal


She sits behind me
in the last row of desks
next to the windows
belly pressed hard
against melamine and a box
of stashed pencils

And books never cracked
her soft brown eyes
in a field of freckles
behind long lashes
and lanky bangs
dream of anywhere but here

When she stands
that belly protrudes
from unzipped Lees
and unbuttoned flannel
challenging every 14-year-old
eye to ogle

And wonder who
and remember how far
from here is everything
to this day
and I just realized that baby
maybe stares down 40


For Kim’s weekend prompt: PORTRAITURE

5.23.2019

The Dark


The dark
is too thick to crack
wide enough
to swallow thoughts
about time and healing
and high school
because by now
it's been entirely too dark
for too long

They say you can't
go home again
and you know they mean it
because home is where
it happened
it's entirely unsound
and unyielding
home is brittle-boned
and dark

SUMMER’S END in the Imaginary Garden


5.19.2019

Nearing the End


Something
comforting about
a petty argument
at the end of the world
it’s familiar after all
and we possess the tools
to navigate this
So let’s kiss now and make
impending-apocalypse love
defying
the super-presenting loss
of individual autonomy
that faced together becomes
our superpower


A non-ironic poem for Magaly’s weekend challenge: POETIC IRONY

5.14.2019

Missing Person Verse


Ghosts linger in plates
brought curbside, trimline phone,
faint blue dot just above the knee,

Memory gnaws like a hungry
belly, ache of phantom wisdom teeth,
lyctinae eggs in open pores,

Here and gone again,
from forest to pencil to powder--


For Rommy’s Tuesday Platform: GOING BUGGY

5.11.2019

When Your Head Strikes a Pool Table


The baize will be soft
against your cheek
while the rail jabs
like to break your neck

You’ll wonder
are those stars in your eyes
or sights
as #2 blue fades to black

You’ll consider the texture
and velocity of wood
shaped as sticks
and spheres and tables

Two things will come clear
you’ll forever tug at your jeans
and blue
is no longer blue


For Just One Word in the Imaginary Garden: APART

5.01.2019

Hyacinth Heart, Illustrated


My amazing daughter Anne illustrated one of my April poems!
The poem is about the anime The Promised Neverland.

I’m sharing the cover photo but please click
to see the entire poem illustrated on Instagram:


I'm completely blown away. Beautiful! 

Illustration copyright @KangLinNuriko