first sunlight
after Valentine's Day
her heart
beating against mine
in a cheap motel room
her departing words
each star has its own journey
linger with me...
the mouth of darkness swallows
our summer stars and her
in twilight
rustling maple leaves
have a voice
that answers the storm
I murmur, what am I?
returned mail
from my ex-girlfriend
piles up...
flakes of thought drifting
in a world of one color
New Year's cleanup...
finding her wadded-up bra
under the bed
at last I breathe in
the smell of her betrayal
Red Lights, 9:1, January 2013
NeverEnding Story: Call for Haiku and Tanka Submissions in Response to UN
Report,"The Anatomy of a Genocide"
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My Dear Poet Friends:
On Tuesday, U.N. Special Rapporteur Francesca Albanese accused Israel of
committing acts of genocide. She spoke in Geneva about her m...