Monday, December 31, 2012

tanka


joined
through life's trials...
below our eaves
chrysanthemums
blooming

Thursday, December 27, 2012

tanka


you are subject
to me like a roof is subject
to its walls
I came to you with my earth damp
and intimate collapses 

Monday, December 24, 2012

Tanka


like a fish
out of water, this body of mine
hot in the moonlight…
I am subject to you the way
water is subject to the moon

Friday, December 21, 2012

haiku



assault weapons...
the autumn moon 
red with carnage

Thursday, December 20, 2012

haiku



my hand drops
below her waist—
tremulous and flushed

Monday, December 17, 2012

Tanka


your young face 
my point of departure,
the line
I follow down
almost to regret

laying time 
on your body, motionless
in sleep
I'm always happy to wake
you, my present

late wintery day… 
your whining 
doesn’t sound like you
but like a voice
living inside other voices

I mold you             
but you choose your own dream,
then shatter . . .
if we only knew
the answer

I am torn                              
between you and your eyes.
A monologue:
Does one divided by nothing
equal infinity? 

Published in Aha Anthology, 2012



Saturday, December 15, 2012

tanka


broken hearts
beautiful little children
laid to rest
fireflies flying brighter
than the city lights

tanka


exiled
from the bedroom
I swallow a tear
at daybreak
my passion in tatters

Friday, December 14, 2012

Haiku


after a few tequilas
we agree to change…
hunger moon

cherry blossoms…
a pocket full
of soft stones

fireflies brighter
than the city lights…
family reunion

Thursday, December 06, 2012

haiku



embracing
her cooing son—
moonflowers

Sunday, December 02, 2012


terminally ill
a snowman melts
into darkness


śmiertelnie chory
bałwan wtapia się
w mrok


Sergio Ortiz
San Juan, Stany Zjednoczone

Polish International Haiku Competition
Commended

tanka



birthday morning....
I no longer care
for this old love of death
the cold angel whose ruin
I learn to accept

Saturday, December 01, 2012

Haiku



midday nap
her eyes are no longer
calico


where 
are the butterflies? 
burning summer sun


rusted garbage bins recycling plastic   

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