antipsychotics…

antipsychotics
how a rose never loses
its thorns

 

Frogpond, vol. 41:3 – fall 2018

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50th Anniversary – Haiku Society of America

2018 marks the 50th anniversary of the Haiku Society of America! I am honored to have a senryu in this year’s members’ anthology celebrating this occasion. The collection is titled Four Hundred and Two Snails. More information about the HSA can be found here

 

late night bottle
how our rocking
becomes a prayer

 

*previously published in Blithe Spirit

New Beginning

New Beginning

 

A waitress with bright red lips passes by our table. My daughter stares as she walks away and asks why her lips are red. My husband explains that just like how we paint our nails you can paint your lips too. Having not worn makeup in over a decade I wonder what other questions my daughter will have.

 

hope chest
my grandmother’s quilts
full of moth holes

 

ephemerae Volume 1, Issue 2

Scryptic Magazine 2.2

half moon
we discuss
my deficiencies

 


 

night vigil
her pulse monitor
the only star

 


 

blank wall
memorizing
every crack

 


 

Nothing is Free

“Be Happy” admonishes the bumper sticker in front of me. I try. Hell as my witness, I try.

 

dinner party
unzipping
my pill case

 


 

Echoes

This is the last time I will hear my mother’s violin. Sold off to pay for medical bills, at least the family that has it now will play it.

 

end of the line
no more obligations
to cling to

 


 

yielding*

a slip of the tongue

there was much
i didn’t know

but all bets are off
when it comes
to a honeymoon

 

          crimson lace
          no books
          to help me now

 


 

*this haibun involves using a cherita as the prose

 


 

Scryptic Magazine 2.2

 

 

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