Tanka Prose

hourglass sandslips through your fingersone grain at a timedawn breaks the stillnessand thunders through my brain I stand on the threshold of tomorrow, examining the cracks in my psyche. Born…

The corridors of enlightenment stand dusty and stained with years. I walk the halls in silence, pondering the moments that came before me. Weathered statues of ancient gods cast disapproving…

a field of grassin flames…the commercialfor aspirinpromises relief Cigarette burns in his shirt, the flaws of habit. Beard and hair unkempt, he doesn’t look in the mirror anymore. Empty pizza…

all the loves i've ever known—women and men—i loved you all . . . completely. you're the symphony of wind that carries me now to uncharted destinations, you propel me…

Not too long ago, we were connected by wires. The wires went to places. We had to be at those places if we wanted to spend time with other people…

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…

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…

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,…

Age is a relative thing, not an aunt or uncle thing, no, more like an Einstein thing, like a black hole waiting to swallow you up and never gonna spit…

She wastes no time.> Tell me something about yourself.> Uh, I have a green nose . . .> There's a truck in my bed . . .> Just shaved my…