- nonstop . . .
- leaning on his cane . . .
- southbound . . .
- old friends . . .
- tanka time . . .
- stars, planet, moons, et. al. . . .
- exquisite corpse update . . .
- exquisite corpse, anyone? . . .
- virtual friends . . .
- perhaps . . .
- cobwebs . . .
- After the Funeral . . .
- anthology fever . . .
- Throwback . . .
- new moon rising . . .
Tag Archives: Death
cobwebs never easy letting go A Hundred Gourds 3:4, September 2014 Advertisements
After the Funeral On the night flight back to Manhattan, I replay our last phone conversation. Hear the slurred speech from his deathbed as he asks if I’ll be coming home soon. The pain in his voice when I try, … Continue reading
death watch the sleeping dog at her bedside Acorn, issue 30, Spring 2013
In light of this week’s violence–and all the senseless violence we’ve endured during the past few months/years/decades–these recently published haiku seem even more pertinent today than when I wrote them. candlelight vigil the distant song of a lark lifting darkness … Continue reading
mummy painting the young girl’s eyes wide open A Hundred Gourds, vol. 1, no. 4, Sept. 2012 It’s already the middle of October, and that has me thinking about the dead . . . And, more specifically, Day of the … Continue reading
before her death she tries to sing the hymn we know by heart . . . the words she asks to hear the words I sang for her red lights, vol. 8, no. 1, January 2012
soapsuds– mother tells me how she’d like to die The Heron’s Nest, vol. XIII, no. 4, December 2011