deep in debt
I answer the phone
as my son
Month: August 2013
hiding in everything plain sight
pre-op
the nurse writes yes
on my breast
spring hail …
the moment I chose
to live
(Previously published in Mu, 2012)
we live beyond us
lowering the weeping cherry
into moist soil
“High Iron”, a haibun by Angele Ellis
Wedgwood
tissued and boxed
for the auction
the chips and cracks
of my mother’s life
day moon
the tethered weight
of father’s watch
after the funeral
the task of managing
her secrets
roses lost in weeds–
her teacup filling again
with cold rain
chrysanthemum garden
in this world too
bomb makers
a raven
tumbling
across the sky
my wild mind
in his beak
Haiga
dogwood petals
falling with the rain
my thoughts in pieces
(haiga)
my memory
good enough
to keep me up
evening birdsong
the storm clouds that came
to nothing
winter roses —
trying to remember
trying to forget
orion
my mind back at the source
of words
before mass
all heads bowed
to smart phones
day moon even here I’m somewhere else
with my child
on my shoulder, I walk
in the long rain
carrying the heaviness
of shattered dreams
inchworm
measuring
a child’s palm
childhood map
trees and hills
we gave names