Restructuring haibun this body needs an internal restructuring of language its cacophony of voicesbounces off bonescascades down cellsacts like a bunch of bumptious bratsat a bedtime they deny how proudly pugnaciouseven their malicious ponderingsoh, if only I knew how to sift thempowder them blow them away in oneharrowing howl –worth the affliction of this kind of release… Continue reading Poem 159 – restructuring haibun
Poem 158 – identity haiku & Bruce Meyer Interview Part II
identity haiku blue ink cuticlereminder of who I amshy spiller of words Interview with Bruce Meyer Part II VS: You teach writing. What is a facet of writing that you notice many students/writers struggle with? What is your solution/inspiration for this major writing challenge? BM: The one thing students struggle with is wanting to be… Continue reading Poem 158 – identity haiku & Bruce Meyer Interview Part II
Poem 157 – yesterday’s wrong & Part I of the Bruce Meyer Interview
Yesterday’s wrong the wind left in a hurrygot tangled in a field of sunflowerson the side of an Italian highwayinside a memory flickering in my mind yesterday’s cloak of Wrongis still clamped to my clavicleit’s too hot for this kind of holdingtoday will be the work of letting go if you see a shadow limpingit… Continue reading Poem 157 – yesterday’s wrong & Part I of the Bruce Meyer Interview
Poem 156 – it doesn’t matter
It doesn’t matter the second hand on the clock ticks loudlya steady soundtrackwith the refrigerator gurgle & theair conditioner exhalationit’s an orchestral movementin the living room & the sunlight usesthe maple leaves as baton directing the morninginto flickering heat waves on the sofa there’s just one curious fact: the timeon the clock is wrongit is hours off… Continue reading Poem 156 – it doesn’t matter
