Predawn train chord
muffled in snow
I failed miserably at writing 50 haiku in my 50th year and abandoned this publication way back when. But that doesn’t…
You solve math instantly. Poems,
A square of chocolate,Sold at the price of a child’sLife, melts on your tongue.
Is etched with weathered lines, cracks,
Stains. Lost stories.
Whispers in wood without voice.
Virgins in white skirts opening
to ruin in the rain.
Tonight, no deflowering.
Here’s Haiku #3 from my 50 in 50 project — This was one of the haiku I lost (long story). I rewrote it from memory. It’s…
I took liberty with the form here. Last line should be seven but is five instead. I felt it was better this way.