The Boy in a Sweater of TearsI saw a boy in a sweater made of tears and dirt,The Boy in a Sweater of Tears5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Held together with earthworm stitching (they were still wriggling).
He had a toy in his hand made from the bones of an animal;
Fingers bloodied and calloused from where he cut himself on the teeth of it.
He smiled out from behind his saline muddy hood.
Are you my father?
I walked away with no misgivings though this face was familiar.
I tossed a coin over my left shoulder and said something condescending like
Have a gum ball on me, kid.
I put in my headphones and I was lost in my world of rhythm and melody.
The sound of quick feet emanating behind me.
I turned and he was there, hand outstretched.
I patted my pockets as if to say
May 2010 Haikuthon31May 2010 Haikuthon5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
and when May bows out,
I guess I'll just throw dandelions
early birthday wish
the dog, the pollen,
on the breeze
stray cats crush
on the concrete.
we all end up
falling face first
the river runs with
reflections, cherry blossoms--
failed attempt to fly--
the second chance
springtime air traffic--
making an orion's belt
out of distant planes
with bowed heads,
A crate filled
with paper lilacs--
entwined as bonds
oats in a bucket--
ponds in the sunlight
i am swimming
and floating among
halos of tadpoles
between railroad tracks,
dandelions learn of risk--
the redefinition of right.this is the kind of mistake you always hoped might happen.the redefinition of right.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's the sequel backtracking and breathing life into the clay-lungs of your favorite character, the news reporter glancing back at the teleprompter and ten thousand more souls clawing out from the mushroom cloud. it's the kind of mistake that fixes the imperfections and calluses of reality, the kind that smoothes over the ordered lashes.
it's not getting what you deserve, but rather, what you wanted. it's feeding you honey when you were prescribed bitter root, slipping you into satin when burlap was folded at the foot of your bed. it's the kind that scares you, because you know better than to think it can last, your fingertips brushing over the edges and expecting it to dissolve like a glorious dream, your tongue savoring the sweetness because you know any second the illusion might evaporate off every taste bud.
it's waking up and swallowing the sun. it's letting the burn settle into your belly and smolder, your very flesh expa