Not Even
Not even Hildegard knew that the manuscripts she wrote were written hand to skin or the hard number of sheep […]
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[wondering what] and Other Haiku
wondering what the flying flock … overhead crows
My Ordinary Love
I want you to know
what a simple thing it is,
what a plain, what a humdrum.
I want you to know
what a grey thing it is,
what a gritty, what a numb.
Mummies
When children ask if it’s frightening
when they come alive, I tell them yes,
of course it is, it’s absolutely terrifying
Night Vision
Our minds’ eyes can be keen. I hear
the young doctor in Gaza City tell me
through the car radio what she’s seen,
and I see, too, a man with arms snug
around a lifeless child.
Avant-Garde
A man slouches before a uni-colored canvas
with the perplexity of a stumped technician
gaping at the unremittingly blank screen
of a television. He adjusts his stance,
a double antenna, in search for reception.