Courageous Cat (and Other Haikus)

Dusty

I glide my finger

across the dusty table

drawing a clean line.

 

Night Light

The beacon of light

in the deep sea of darkness

guides me to the loo.

 

Watchers

The empty-eyed doll

stares at me from the counter

as I sit and write.

 

Mouth Washed

The taste of hand soap

scrapes like sand against my tongue

to expunge the dirt.

 

Courageous Cat

Sparked by adventure,

he journeys into my room,

then bolts when I move.

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Po-em – A Poem

Po-em

 

My teacher pronounces it po-em

like Edgar-Allan and Emily’s lovechild—

conceived by passionate creaks

in the bed above the floorboards,

then birthed without a proper name.

 

When she grows up, will she wonder

why her parents left her on the doorstep?

Or as she is pressed against the table

by the orphanage’s overseer, will she even care

who wrote her into such an existence?

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LOVE POEM #131 – White Flower Petals

White Flower Petals

 

So much weight lies

within

 

the white flower

petals

 

wreathed in the green

garland

 

beneath her black

veil.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – First Kiss

It starts with a spark on the lips, quickening like kindling in a dry brush. The heartbeat runs as fast as it can, but one by one the synapses catch fire, until one is engulfed it in the wave of heat. Yet they see only the blush and a smile.

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Valentine’s Dog (and Other Haikus)

Mental

Whispers on the wind

slip between cracks in the walls

of my worn ego.

 

Melted Chocolate

The metal foil

smooshes inside my pocket,

covering my key.

 

Cut

A relic, like rust,

carved in red against the curves

of my forefinger.

 

Old Books

The dusty bindings

remind me of the journeys

the characters lived.

 

Valentine’s Dog

He nuzzles my knee

as a request to join me

on the Netflix couch.

——

 

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Ailment – A Poem

Hey there! Just a short poem today, since I seem to have come down with a sickness.

 

Ailment

 

The air enters my battered lungs

like a wind scraping the sails

of an empty boat, bobbing up

and down amid the shifting waves.

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LOVE POEM #130 – Second Date

Second Date

 

I like to see the sky blossom

from the hood of your Cadillac,

like a cup of orange gold was spilled

when the sun sank into the sea.

 

The jets trail their falling star

spewing cascades of fine vapor

like a curtain spread over the coast

or a waterfall tipped on its side.

——

 

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Dryad’s Song

The voice hung in the air like a leaf, drifting over fields of grass until it landed in Arin’s ears like a whisper. He turned to the trees to see who had spoken the wooden song, but the forest of bark held no mouths—only the faint outline of bodies.

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Cat Sees Snow (and Other Haikus)

Embarrassed

A red fire spreads

across her sallow, white cheeks;

kindled by his touch.

 

Departed

The silent floorboards;

the empty stance of the chair

remind me you’re gone.

 

Ellipsis

The breath between us

fills the room with a silence

like smoke from a pipe.

 

On the Water

The light tilt of waves

makes the clear water shimmer

with the white sunlight.

 

Cat Sees Snow

Wide orbs of wonder

watch as the windowsill fills

with blankets of white.

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Caesar at the Rubicon – A Poem

Caesar at the Rubicon

 

I wonder if Caesar felt pride

behind the lines of his falcon eyes

as his phalanx crossed the Rubicon

into the open plains of Italy.

 

Did he picture a neo-Aeneas

imbued by the glory of Poseidon?

One who would stayed the winds of Aeolus

as his crew sailed into Carthage?

 

Or perhaps as he mounted his horse

he thought of the stable boys

unable to escape the fires of Troy

‘cause Paris wouldn’t relinquish his lust;

 

and as he cast his steel dice

he felt bound to the empty bellies

of the half-buried families

he had left behind in the Gallics

 

instead of those empty oaths

spat from gluttonous orifices

by the wine-soaked Republicans

seated in their golden high chairs.

——

 

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