An old leather suitcase with scuff marks from planes, trains, automobiles A gradient of nurses' scrubs starting at white and ending in cartoon characters against pastel backgrounds Letters written in a language that tastes like sea salt and sounds like a storm after a drought Balikbayan boxes stuffed to the bursting with the spoils of the new world An ancient weight scale used to ensure the delivery man is being fair with his prices Yellow legal paper and cursive inked by an amateur's hand The form of a mother, just off from work, slumped over a table before the television, snoring The form of a child placing a blanket on her mother's shoulders Telephone calls then silence Silence then telephone calls Pancit on Styrofoam plates A broken lamp once wielded like a sword A plastic oar used to shoo away rats An expensive living room set turned into a bed for an overworked mother Discarded Newport cigarettes in the outside garbage bin A tear stained blanket A diploma wrapped up in plastic Muffled voices on landlines Muffled voices on cell phones The warmth of a hug The smell of a sister's hair The way she drove her car around Motown on the radio Burnt rice at the bottom of a sauce pot
Tag: Haiku

The Coldest Days
The coldest days you’ll ever see aren’t the winter daytime freeze. Sure they’ll have you blue as ice but honey that’s pleasure, that’s nice. No, the coldest days you’ll ever … Continue reading The Coldest Days

Learn from the poppies
Wild poppies grow not in perfected gardens but in desturbed earth.

United
These United States cannot reconcille with wisdom, justice, and love. These United States cannot reconcille with wisdom, justice, and These United States cannot reconcille with wisdom, These United States cannot … Continue reading United

A crow infested cypress
Pregnant with murderI stand tall as black feathersFall onto my roots.

To be alive
Is to be awkward uncomfortably stumbling to uncertainity

April Haiku 30
How much meat was gained from one life? What of the fat? perfectly marbled?

April Haiku 29
A life measured in pound of flesh, must be broken down to fit our scale.

April Haiku 27
A life measured in currency often falls short when pay time draws near.

April Haiku 26
How do you measure a life? By dollars or cents or by pound of flesh?