still seeking
a hill to die on
my father at ninety-two
Author: Angele Ellis
Angele Ellis's haiku was featured on a theater marquee after winning Pittsburgh Filmmakers' G-20 Haiku Contest. Her haiku and haibun also have appeared in Better Than Starbucks, Drifting Sands, Haikuniverse, Issa's Untidy Hut, Lilliput Review, and Sonic Boom.
Climate Change
In winter, my father climbed our steeply pitched roof with a shovel, almost as dexterous as a goat. We kids dug endless marble tunnels warm as igloos
Ex Officio
You were sitting beside me in the law school corridor young again, as vivid as your infamous blue eyes. Mark, I wanted to say, we’ve been divorced
Elsewhere
All the balloons that touched the ceiling now sink low enough for the children to bat them like inflatable clowns. Life retreats to the corners. Helium cheers
High Iron
–for E.A.
At a hundred fifty feet, I’m comfortable as in a living room chair. Then it gets harder—the world shrinking to a map gaped at from an