Woods (a poem)

Watching a Japanese drama on Netflix… At the top of Tragic Lovers Hill the tall, tall trees hide angry owls The bridge that crosses the stream waits, empty, for the uncertain and the hesitant Unconcerned, the water flows on towards the bottom of the hill it takes lovers so long to climb aching lungs gasping [...]

My Monday (a verbless haiku chain)

Oh, Monday! A morning chance encounter tentative next steps the inevitable wait And my favor deficit bigger and bigger a stretch with no signs of hope Attempted birthday message ‘username not found’ scratch that name from my contacts An improvised episode the jokes kind of flat in both east- and west-coast feeds The clock now [...]

NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 17: A late autumn evening in 1982 (a poem)

For Day 17, I went with the Writer’s Digest April PAD Challenge prompt, which was to write a swing poem… Relax and swing sway back and forth in the dark Close my eyes feel the music pure sensation There’s nothing more than this only the dark the music and me (17 April 2015)

Paris, 2015 (a poem)

Today’s entry in the Writer’s Digest 2015 April PAD Challenge involves writing a ‘things-not-as-they-appear’ poem… It’s her birthday today No doubt she’s enjoying the cool spring evening at a Paris sidewalk cafe an apéritif in her hand eyes gently closed visions of Piaf in her head The sigh that passes from her lips could be interpreted a number of [...]