Left in Manhattan
cab. Friends’ numbers, pix of my
kids in strangers’ hands.
Lost cell phone
1
Left in Manhattan
cab. Friends’ numbers, pix of my
kids in strangers’ hands.
Category Archives: fear
Among extraordinary women
I am the dull one, struck
mute by accomplishment
what I do, nothing.
Morning in LeFrak City
On a cluttered Queens
balcony he stands, watching
the complex decay.
Ides of March
‘Beware!’ Caesar was
told. Like teens in horror films
he didn’t listen.
In mourning early morning
J9 can’t sleep since
her mother died stays up and
writes heartache in tears.
After a few drinks
Midnight ghosthunting
at a tragic landmark seems
like a cool idea
Mom’s casual embrace
Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.
You look great
Bright lipstick fools them
into thinking I’m well. No
“How do you feel?”
Senseless
After the illness
taste dulls on the tongue, food just
fuel to run this husk.
Reflection
Dressing room mirror
replaced by funhouse looking
glass. Not me in there.
a haiku a day 