Friday, July 31, 2020

no, I have never
seen the devil

but I have

seen a grown man
eye a little girl
like meat

*

I wish there was a noun

to describe
the sound of a night train
shushing anxiety

a lullaby
for the weary at heart

*

dear trees

it was in
your embrace

that I finally
learned
I was loved

*

pulling
each string
of my harp

who knew

a prayer doesn’t
need words

*

vanilla and sugar

let’s dream
for a moment

that this world
could be
as sweet as that

*Published in it’s a secret place (the cherita book 38)
*The first cherita was designated as a cherita lighthouse (editor’s choice)

Tuesday, July 28, 2020

storm -
and yet i am
forgiven

*Published in the July 2020 issue of Stardust Haiku

Monday, July 27, 2020

floating

floating into
the abyss
this year

i might as well be
a lost balloon

*

studies have shown
plants scream when cut

as if revolutionary, this notion

a living being
would not welcome
the sharp end of a blade

*

silence blooms
among the ruins

this

is where i become
the peace
i always craved

*Published in MacQueen’s Quinterly, Issue 4

Sunday, July 26, 2020

REDACTED

Headlines are a master of disguise.
 
When speaking about war they say
civilian casualties,
never murders,
 
because the latter would naturally
prompt one to ask:
 
Who
did the murdering?
 
And let’s just say
REDACTED
don’t want you to ask
too many questions when they
push the button,
send the bomb.
 
You’re to supposed to nod in unison with
REDACTED
and walk away,
like they do,
smug in the notion
those “casualties”
could not have been avoided;
 
such a shame.

You do realize, however,
REDACTED
could just as easily
pull the trigger
on you, and again,
your casualty
could not have been avoided;

again, such a shame.

*Published by Central Coast Poetry Shows on 7/26/20

Monday, July 20, 2020

a journey
to the moon and back
late-night jazz

*Published via the Poetry Pea podcast (Series 3, Episode 14: Voyages)

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

not unlike a meteor cancer wiped her out

*Published in Bones 20

Sunday, July 12, 2020

tsunami
you ask
what it’s like
to live
with OCD

*Published by Fresh Out: An Arts and Poetry Collective on 7/12/20
i close my eyes
and breathe in
slowly
light pours through
each window

*

leaves gently
fall towards the earth
how easy
it is to love
all of nature’s beauty

*

while the world
shatters around me
i will pretend
a rainbow is waiting
to ignite a blackened sky

*

this morning
full of rain and gray
thank you
for giving me
a space to ache

*Published in the summer 2020 edition of The Bamboo Hut

Sunday, July 5, 2020

metaphors and such

i am underwater
with a current pulling me into its grip

but

i think we both know
there is no water

and

that this really is
a thinly veiled metaphor

but

i am still underwater
with a current pulling me into its grip

*Published in Black Flowers Literary Journal, Volume Six

Friday, July 3, 2020

taking
a bow
dying rose

*Published in The Asahi Shimbun (Asahi Haikuist Network) on 7/3/20
waiting
for night

a temple
opening

*Published in the July 2020 edition of is/let