[beyond the bed] and Other Haiku
beyond the bed
a lilt of voices live
my former life
A Skeleton Walks into an Art Class
where it sees the living, trying their best to paint a skeleton doing what skeletons do, which is lots of
Absence
It wasn’t the best way to start a conversation. He muttered the first words that came to mind. They sounded like gibberish.
Growing Cynical
Sometimes, lately, I don’t believe it:
the news, the grocery store flyer hawking
deals on things I never buy.
The Library’s Roof Is a Meadow
When the librarian knocks at my door, I ask
if she has a warrant that’s been signed by a judge.