An American Haiku
One more loss — the flowers keep reachingtowards the sun
For my writing partner.
Ripples of colorwaving against the sunriseOld Glory stands proud
a tanka about falling
American Haiku
Cold cotton sheets greetMy fingers as I reach forYou. Tears fill my eyes
A Haiku
Far away your eyes
Dream softly of another,
No longer at me.
You brought abuse and leaping flames
You came to take my home…
My father sobs, “I miss her,”
While I sit on the living room sofa
And pretend he knows I’m there.