Five Haiku Poems: Paper Soul

You’ve nothing to say In silence, you still taunt me Quiet mockery I stare back at you A frozen smile strains your face Love’s gone; there’s no trace Limb by limb, I rip… Continue reading

Crimes of the Heart

… Here in the dark I sit. Polishing my sins with a rag and spit. No matter how hard I rub, the patina never succumbs. Encrusted with smudge, it’s difficult to shine. Woe… Continue reading

7 Haiku Poems: Ghouls From Pluto

🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 Ghouls from dark Pluto Here to rob me of my treats Little bastard thieves I‘d knocked for hours My knuckles bleeding and cracked No one steals my stash I clutch my candies… Continue reading

Pesadilla

I pull you close. You tell me no – Not tonight. Just one little kiss. I smell your sweat. It whets my appetite. You scare me, You whisper As I make you mine.… Continue reading

Six Haiku Poems: Thou Shalt Not Steal

I grabbed the apple. From the neighbor’s tree, it hung- too ripe to ignore. I see you there, thief. Mr. Jones’ silhouette flinched. He grasped his cane tight. Oh, this juicy treat! Where… Continue reading

Cover Me

Cover me within the earth, place me deep. I won’t feel pain. I won’t bleed. *Mortalità inevitabile. Cover me. I’ll shed my skin. One life ends – another begins. Cover me. Don’t mourn.… Continue reading

Haiku Poems Inspired by Master Bloggers

Over the course of three years of blogging, I’ve been inspired by the phenomenal art and photographs of many talented fellow bloggers. Featured are seven of them! I hope to write more poetry inspired… Continue reading

Five Haiku Poems: Fair Game

She’s a sitting duck. He hears her heart’s pulsation. You can’t hide from me.  Deft are his fingers as he aims the honed arrow. It soars steadily. Point meets its target. She gasps… Continue reading

Into the Fire

I’m seeing you tonight. It isn’t my heart I worry about or its thump, thump, thump and its skips. Nor is it my mouth which talks far too much and longs to whisper… Continue reading

Sweet Nothings

You’re an abscess. A hole in my soul. Buttered words in your oven came out warm and gooey. I sank my teeth into each one. Licked my fingers. Wanted more. One after the… Continue reading