Drive, a haiku sonnet

There is a robin singing in a tree somewhere, telling the world he is looking for a mate. A robin sings in a tree somewhere, telling the world he has found a mate. The tree somewhere is a tulip in … Continue reading

NaPoWriMo / NaPoREADMo — Days 13 & 14 — we & We, too (a haiku sonnet)

(two for one today, because Monday is our day off…) we we sit in circles like dust settling out of the room like light fading into the corners like dark creeping along the floor we sit and are ourselves only … Continue reading

NaPoWriMo / NaPoREADMo — Day 5 — Zenaida Macroura, a haiku sonnet

Grey morning creeps in through open-eyed windows, steals between the sheets—as dark as the thought of cold before it can be felt— slips through shuttered eyes sewn shut by colors dreamed into them without will or consistency, and now, just … Continue reading

Against the Moon as Such, a haiku sonnet

The moon is not full of dreamy light. The moon is full of….well,…the moon. One could say the moon is full of rock, I guess. Yes, lots and lots of rock. And the moon is not a hole punched in … Continue reading

Un-Cooked, a haiku sonnet

(inspired, yet again, by a conversation with Natalie/potterfan97) here’s a piece for you—a slab on the boards waiting for the knife of your eyes. it drips from my mouth. there is blood in it. there is iron and weakness in … Continue reading