There once was a very cool cot
Who was always smoking pot
He was so high
He thought he could fly
But now he is forgot
Many people don’t know if
Or why he jumped off the cliff
But I know why
He thought he could fly
But that is a very big if
This poem was written in 1983 and published in the Spring 1984 issue of Metanoia, the Montgomery High School creative writing magazine. What colour is God? A child with milk mustache asks. Does God have a colour? Is the reply. Mother looks at her young offspring. A loving look met by confused eyes. Is God…
Written the summer of 1984 in reaction to losing my Grandmother. I found out just before leaving for the airport to be an exchange student in England. By the time I returned 9 weeks later, everyone else had had a chance to attend the funeral, find closure and move on. I hadn’t. It took me…
For the past two weeks I’ve been dealing with my dog’s health. She’s been sneezing blood all over the place — a bad combination of high blood pressure and aspirin seemed to cause it. Anyway, I’ve really had blood on the brain lately, thus this somewhat dark haiku for this week. Cleaned gore off the…
This poem was written Feb. 20, 1991. You are most beautiful And my love for you is strong As strong as the stone from which you are made Voluptuous and cold Smooth and hard Your marble curves carefully lovingly made from the images of a dream In the image of The Goddess I made you…
Oops! I was brain dead this week. Sorry for posting this so late. The World spins around Like a dradle in the sky Will it stop someday? Originally posted on 52 Haiku
This week’s haiku is inspired by the first experience with fireflies, back when I was living in Baltimore. I was enraptured by them and still feel the thrill when I think about them. Lighting bugs outside blink like Christmas tree lights while they search for a mate Originally posted on 52 Haiku