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…
Crossing the River Crossing the river on a fishing expedition my religious convictions crashed at the corner of Maynard and South King Street looking to the left my right ear heard a whisper only…
Neapolitan Major Muscles pull into lumps hard as burls. When knots release, when fingers remember their positions, the frets won’t let me rest. Emery shuffle on callouses erodes what once was hard and numb…