Friday, March 31, 2017

Long kidskin gloves

long kidskin gloves
she wore in the ╩╝60s
on my bare arm
is this just a freckle
or another age spot?

Moonbathing, issue 15, fall 2016

She seemed to me to be quite the fashion plate back in the day.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Bridge may ice

bridge may ice,
shoulder ends ahead—
road signs
I see for the first time
soon after her passing

Ribbons, winter 2016/17

Even in Texas, out here in the country, bridges can ice in winter, though we only had a few "real" days of winter this winter.

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Tanka Prose


Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap … Sturdy, manicured nails striking keys. So far, she's asked me three questions to do with my personal information—basically, if it's still correct. "Yes, Yes, Yes," I've responded. The tapping goes on interminably. Why, I have no idea. Elbow on desk, I rest my chin in my palm.
tick tick tick
who am I anyway?
the most I do
in this sterile space
is take a few more breaths
Then more questions—what's a good emergency contact number, if I have a living will, who my next of kin is—the same questions I've been asked a multitude of times before, followed by more tap-tapping on the keyboard. And eventually, she generates a thin plastic wristband to ID me during my brief stay, a stack of papers I must initial and sign (including one reminding me this is a smoke-free facility), and a stapled document I'm supposed to take home (a candidate for the shredder).

Twelve minutes of my life, gone. Not to mention the eighteen or nineteen minutes of wait time beforehand. To think I'm here only for a routine procedure.
painted the color
of the sea ...
deeper, deeper my feet
in imaginary sand

Contemporary Haibun OnlineJanuary 2017, vol. 12, no. 4

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Announcement: March issue of Haibun Today

The March 2017 issue of Haibun Today has been released—my first time as editor of the tanka prose section. Enjoy!