ENCOUNTERING FORM: A few Modern Haiku by Raul Sanchez
A Few Modern Haiku every night we ascend to sleep at three AM I can hear fish breathe many headless naked rubber flesh second hand barbies perfumed memories trapped in the…
A Few Modern Haiku every night we ascend to sleep at three AM I can hear fish breathe many headless naked rubber flesh second hand barbies perfumed memories trapped in the…
Lie Next To Me — a villanelle That raw poison used to shake my soul. I am no longer angry at the world — Now, lie next to me, and I am whole. When…
The Jazz Trumpeteer Cheeks of pink, eyes of blue I loved the jazz trumpeteer. A gentleman; always in tune. Never drained spit on a peer. Takes my hand, asks, “hey Jen! Go out with…