Haiku, like bonsai,
needs care and pruning. A mind
unfocused kills both.
Why I’ve been absent
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Haiku, like bonsai,
needs care and pruning. A mind
unfocused kills both.
Tag Archives: pain
Why
on another blog
gross comment deposited
like defecation
In memoriam: Mrs. G
Now that the snow is
gone, her neglected garden
pokes up stalks of loss.
Silda Wall Spitzer
Wan, pale, red-eyed, she’s
the poster wife of Wynette’s
song, “Stand By Your Man.”
Lost cell phone
Left in Manhattan
cab. Friends’ numbers, pix of my
kids in strangers’ hands.
Morning in LeFrak City
On a cluttered Queens
balcony he stands, watching
the complex decay.
Headache
Accomplished nothing
’til I took Motrin a whip
that tamed this tiger
In mourning early morning
J9 can’t sleep since
her mother died stays up and
writes heartache in tears.
Sympathy pain
He drank to excess
so why am I the one with
the splitting headacne?
Night before the Academy Awards
Dreams of Oscars like
sugarplums dance in their heads.
Hollywood’s Christmas.
a haiku a day 