This website will exhibit either work that has already been published (acknowledgements will be shown), or work I intend to see in solid print one day. The haiku / tanka / senryu / haibun / ordinary poems you will find here have the right to be plucked out of my otherwise anonymous and experimental scrapbook.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
To Her Who Almost Was
to her who almost was my mother a gentle kiss for all the lives we had that never were
Written during my lunch break today, after having opened Gene Murtha's mail containing a William Stafford poem called "Stillborn". Suddenly wonder if they told her I was stillborn, too.