News*

I chop three onions my vision blurs from tearing. I blame the onions, even though wounded news bleeds through my television. ——————————————— *a Japanese tanka...

Warmth*

behind the furnace where heat blossoms out of gas I escape the crowd and rest near the blushing flame comfortable and alone *This poem is a tanka, a Japanese poetic for of 5 lines, the lines containing a syllable count of 5 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7....

The Renter

Prose Poem Leroy’s mind was a fully furnished apartment which he rented by the year thus eliminating the bother to furnish thoughts of his own.    

More or Less

Already there was nothing, then more, much more. Then there will be less plenty less, even less, nothing again. The world wobbles its way through time, more or less, time after time, until the time comes when time is more than less, not even next to nothing, nothing....