“Week-Long Haikus” and “Smoking Haibun”
Week-Long Haikus Were you just looking to see whether you still liked what you saw, with clothes? Should they fall from boughs and make of me an…
Burn Le Corbusier
I made it to the swimming pool when the guns went off. There should be a bit here by way of introduction: I swim regularly as a means of coping with…
“Poeme,” “Seven is a Holy Number,” and “The Bazaar”
Poeme i am the bigghey .. poetry,,, additionally it is the gay ` look at the words on the page how do they make you feel? it makes me feel…
Yellow Snow
Carmino sits bolt-upright on his cot, gasping. THOOM-THOOM! comes the shudder of rockets, of artillery, striking nearer and nearer. The ceiling…
Café
I. I am a writer, or so I tell myself, so I style myself, despite having produced very near nothing of actual substance. “This is typical of my…
Neon Life
Everything in the hotel room is slick and cold. Obsidian’s yin-void throws white marble’s yang-glow in stark contrast; the underlit tiles shine as…
Walk
Each morning, I wake an hour before my alarm, and residual weariness keeps me in bed until it goes off, but the worry of missing it makes me roll…
