Stronghold
for many yearsI have wanderedthis earth . . .a maple standswhere the journey began Home. Inside my mind, there remains a place, a face, a helping hand. This place is…
Enchanted
The poet eases into his favorite chair, fingers waiting eagerly for a puff of imagination to settle onto the keys. One-by-one, each digit moves and slowly a dance ensues. He…
Moving On
Moving is no fun, but after living in a nursing home for over two years I find it to be an adventure. My stuff, those things that have been languishing…
Lure of the Status Quo
so long quiet night . . .the cacophonyof a world awakeis bewitchedby itself This tale begins at dawn. Eyelids flutter open. Daylight spills in. Covers unfurl. Feet touch the floor.…
Fondly Ever After
we found each otherin that momentbreaking over the rails,that moment that swept usinto the sea If stumbling into misadventure is an art form then we mastered it long ago. Yes,…
Cabin Fever
Outside the cabin, a smaller, child-size log cabin once sat next to the driveway. Over the years, a coven of spiders and wood ticks took it over, the forest slowly…
Aviary
The eight-year-old boy can’t reach the first branch of the largest of a pair of maples in the front yard so he settles for the lowest branch of the smaller…
Across the Wasteland
I’m alone in the desert—sand in my mouth. The skies have scorched me. The wind has blown me from mirage to mirage. But I’ll reach for your hand till I…
Dedication: Forever Gramma
First published in the Contemporary Haibun Online Haiga gallery.
Full Circle
Sam adjusts his tie and steps off the porch, the light blue feather tucked in his hatband—a gift from a friend. The sidewalk is alive with shoes today. His cane…
