this day begins un
stable begging for a rest
less undertaking
-me
painting: I’m unstable therefore I’m existing, by SoJung Kim
unstable haiku
•July 14, 2019 • Leave a Commentun temps
•July 13, 2019 • Leave a CommentA pale heavy
Nothing
Wraps around me
Like age
Or a stale summer
Evening
Only the quick stab
Of a biting
Gnat
And the tickle
Of a tear
Dropped soft
And traveling
-me
Painting: No. 869, by Louise Robert
To React…?
•June 6, 2019 • Leave a CommentSome moments are mosquitoes
When such stillness marries blood loss
Or worse yet deadly disease
Quick nuisance carries consequence
Pinprick itch or pathogen
again
What is our cost for silent peace
-me
Painting: Mosquito, by RenisGallery on Etsy
No matter where I look
•April 26, 2019 • Leave a CommentA ghost photo seared
In my visual field
By the glare of the sun
A solar-shot floating
Blotting and roaming
So to is this love
A clear outline fading
Dark pinpricks remain
The damage is done
-me
Painting: Afterimage, by Lance Bifoss
As
•April 18, 2019 • Leave a CommentAshes burn
In a western sky
It is magic hour
And a full moon
She rises
-me
Photography by Bruce Stambaugh
A Death
•April 16, 2019 • Leave a CommentI lived once
Unashamed
Until he threatened
Not to stay
I took on shame
And quiet days
With hope he wouldn’t
Go away
I made those lists
Of all the ways
My living loud
Had made him pay
Amends
That’s what they say
And yet
He’s with her anyway
So I lost years
And I lost spine
And I lost courage
And my pride
And I lost trust
And yes t(he)y lied
But even more
I bear the blame
I died the day
I lived ashamed
-me
Painting: Ashamed by Birth Petersen
Voices
•April 11, 2019 • Leave a CommentSince when
Did I let men
Become
The voices in
My brain
Again
I am shamed
I have betrayed
Myself
Blocked my own
Way
Within
So it is time
Once more to see
Beneath
This skull
And meaty memory
What remains
Only revealed
If I can
Brave
A new lobotomy
-me?
Photography: Blood by laura-makabresku on deviantart.com
Solution
•April 8, 2019 • 1 CommentA moon-sliced ice cube
Plopped playful in a soda pop
I shriek and crack erratic
And begin my glacial melt
In a slow swirl of commingling
Solid-cold and bubbly-warm
Both forms of me, matter
-me
pic by me
Turn
•March 11, 2019 • Leave a CommentA golden finch-hen on a glass doorknob
A mockingbird blocking her nest
The spring chimes are ringing
Each time she takes flight
Winter postures while puffing his chest
A sharp beak will glint in the sun just like glass
And all mamas’ scared eyes look the same
We shoulder this season
To spite winter’s bite
Crying out for creation if even in vain
-me
Painting: The Goldfinch, Carel Fabritius
Your Service
•March 8, 2019 • 1 CommentThere was a silence
Wrapped around my heart
Like the flag that cradled his coffin
So I left a letter folded neatly next to him
With words I should have said out loud
But simply could not utter then
I penned, and sent along with him
Thank you Granddad
For giving up your smoking pipe
On that warm day so long ago
Because a little girl was worried
And she asked you to
And loved you so
A sacred moment of respect
Folded neatly now
Inside my chest
-me
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