The Assumption of Abe Lincoln: 2 Haikus Fan my arms to fly,tailcoat springing body loose Shoes and stockings drop earthward, vanishing in the coffin train’s…
Seems I went somewhere But I stayed inside all daySeems like rain but not.
At the Abandoned Pump House Sun strews shards of white to rouse the green-brown water Old canal new life For info on the the no-longer-abandoned…
Plaid for cozinessKitschy couches line the walls Go out, breath real air. Bright rain falls straight downThe umbrella broke a ribWater fills her shoe. Join…
Once in a while I write a poem. Warming up for National Poetry month — April — here’s one. Pincushion Woman Once upon a time,way…
I’m no translator, but I like the process of it, how it brings a closer look at a poem and its language. As I said…