Posted in April 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015: 5. Uncle Sam

Listen to the wisdom of the old –Fortune Cookie Ever since I can remember he has been old. always the eldest son always the older brother always the favorite Uncle the one whose sandalwood skin smelled of Old Spice and shone with the dancing light of his smile and eyes that blinked secrets I wanted … Continue reading

NaPoWriMo 2015: 3. 3 Haiku (about the babe)

i. Babbling, drooling sounds, he makes; strange words, I say. We understand smiles. ii. In a baby’s mouth, three and a half white teeth are enough for a smile. iii. On his back, asleep. We lose hours watching him. Each breath answers prayers.

NaPoWriMo 2015: 2. A telescope sings of Cassiopeia

“You are the star for which all evenings wait” –Anonymous Some wait for the soft, amber pall of dusk to fall upon horizon’s lukewarm body in hopes of catching sight of atmospheric lovers— those who scorch hot crater tattoos upon the earth— permanent reminders of temporary affections. Others trail the streaking interstellar tails of icy … Continue reading