Chinks to our tin crowns
Unintended battlefields
Victorious, though
Tag Archives: Mom
On Flowering: A Haiku
I’ve been taught to grow
My bright green, giv’n blessing to
You’ll want my number
Questions from the Kitchen
Why then, the pool of flesh on the floor?
Why then, the hearkening back
Again and again and again?
Linoleum and helplessness
And bargaining
The feel of it all
On my knees
My shoulders, still
A Mother’s love
It’s why I breathe, still
I answer
Book Giver
May you have magic
This happiest Saturday
You never gave up
Haiku For Mom
Wind at my window
Awakening the wide wild
In me Mom tell him
