Spoken War

February 29, 2008

I recently had the poem Veterans Park published at Spoken War.

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Recycled Haiku

February 28, 2008

I teach a semester poetry class to high school students in my spare time. Actually, I let them discover poetry. We get out of the classroom, out of our box and look at things in a different way. One thing I try stress is poetry is everywhere–from the church service to the alley where homeless huddle around a burning barrel. Heck, you can even find poetry in poetry ( or prose)–

I took this title (waiting to come out of the haiku closet) ——feng shui is when she walks out talking the dog
and the last pack of cigarettes

from a poem recently and transformed it into a haiku: (somewhat of a recycled poem–a green haiku for the crafty green poet in us all–

feng shui is when she
slams the door taking the last
pack of cigarettes.

More often than not the class turns into a therapy session, but the kids make a connection with a bit of life and each other. The majority of these kids need or have to write. They need a vehicle to get it out–someway to keep their balance. At the end of the semester and a long the way, I learn more than I want to know and so do they.


Jazz Haiku–Frisking the Whiskers

February 27, 2008

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Frisking the Whiskers

on the street two beat
jump jazz swings the door open
scat cats call us in

 


Sleeping on a Concrete Haiku

February 25, 2008

 

Sleeping on a Concrete Carpet

one eyed Mac snores in
empty doorways dreaming
of a full bottle meal.

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Carry Me Home

February 25, 2008

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the son
the brother
the husband
the father
the butcher
the baker
the candlestick maker
the angel
in disguise
staring into the face
of God
swing
low
sweet
chariot


Fat Tuesday

February 24, 2008


two winos
in the alley share
wind chilled
brown bag wine
heads lowered
over a dying fire
giving a silent thanks
for the bounty
they just received.

 

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Feng Shui Haiku

February 21, 2008

feng shui is when she walks out talking the dog
and the last pack of cigarettes

nine times out of 10
when she says she means it, she
really does mean it.