Category Archive: Poems

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

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

Five Haiku Poems: Run of the Horse (for Mooks)

Galloping horses – you hear their pounding so clear. The stampede’s quite near. Find the strength; it’s there. Behold fears – immense glaciers, reduced to vapor. Disperse the *brain fog. Purge doubts out… Continue reading

Sanctuary

My masts are engulfed in flames that do not burn.  Scavenging pirates scatter, empty-handed, with no booty they yearn.  St. Elmo, be with me, a refugee from a hostile land – a sailor… Continue reading

Nekomata Cat Ghost (For Erica)

I sit up in my *zaisu chair. Is that you? Are you there? Shadows flit across the floor. Blackness hisses, run out the door! Night has drawn the shades on another day. My… Continue reading

Cicada’s Song

Ah, to be a cicada and discard what I’d once been- dispersing in the wind. Particles of me, so tiny, no one would see. I’d scatter in the breeze. In your hair, I’d… Continue reading

Fremescent (For Julie)

Silence isn’t my friend – although you’d never know it. Outwardly, I can be quiet. What does it matter what you’ve said, when there’s so much screaming going on in my own head?… Continue reading