Haiku
three yellow maple leaves in a large brown bowl — red apple’s lingering scent Passion Contents
Read MoreCity Canyons
No matter how closely I press against the window, I can’t see the street below. An enormous skyscraper blocks my view. Nor can I see the sky. All the buildings rise so high, spread so wide, that I can see only the other windows opposite, perhaps ten stories up and ten stories down. On the other three sides it’s the same, the same view of steel and glass. Sometimes when I feel gloomy, I walk around my floor — the thirty-sixth floor in a tower of ninety stories — and try to find a corner where I can see the sky, but I haven’t found one yet. No one else seems to share my desire. When...
Read MoreA rank of clouds
A rank of clouds serried and clothespinned up which like a flock shocked by a sudden pop scatter in a swivet break up. Passion Contents
Read MoreInstances of Falling
A man in Wichita, Kansas, fell from a 9-story apartment building. He fell over 90 feet, his body hurtling down at a rate of 9.81 miles per second. The papers said it was an accident. But none of them, not even the people standing on the street, noticed the man on the roof. They did not see him peering over the edge; they did not see the slouch of his shoulders or the lines around his eyes. They did not see him close his eyes and step forward; they did not notice that his eyes were closed the entire time. They saw something fall from the sky. They did not know it was a man. An elderly...
Read MoreBefore Sleep
Before sleep words titter totter under the bed, deep six in the recess. Passion Contents
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