Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Quiet Wins
I’m promising her I’ll notice
The grains of sand
One by one falling away
The fog, that had cooled her head
Rolling back, uncool, after all
The once-silent roar
The power regained
Now since she’s picked up her mat
Night Crazies
I’ve seen the future
It’s waking up alone
10:42pm
A smart screen left-untouched
Too long
Stream now gone dark
You forsook that post-dusk walk
Too alone
But for that cat
Third one, now
Avoiding you politely
Crazy like the others
Asundered: A Haiku

Spent yesterday contemplating clocks
Who’s not been here before
This is my why
Awaken heartbroken
Mathematician, my friend
Thieving we were
Oh, air