Don’t Eat A Pen! (when you italicize words)
A doorbell rings.
A phone rings.
A floor shines
"More storms, please!"
invisible (un)readable books
on War & Peace,
I scream in someone else’s voice
to feel my skull & lungs.
A girl, wearing her father’s shirt,
fooling herself, waiting
for another downpour
is not me.
“Rules for a sonnet?”
I have no idea.
(Don’t) beat the dog
that barks at the sticky unpleasantness
of the master who feeds him! Let him sink
in his own sweat,
so he’ll become a “Muse-Ripping” floor mop.
“Notes of anguish?”
Where are they?
Roses on a fence
peak their redness.
“Nothing” death hangs in the air
when we talk about love.
One Way Dialogue With Delmore
Do you mind me using the word: “fun”
to describe your bagatelles?
Ego? What ego?
I don’t own wheels.
I don’t drive.
Rain keeps falling on us
as if it’s the end of something.
We save your “inside” stories gulped in a deluge.
We toast them in the oven to dry.
“Shower or Bath?”
You are lucky to have such a choice.
What about the ones who have neither?
Pages have become too crisp to turn.
They fall like leaves.
A desire to write a “good” poem?
What is “good”?
You tell me.
“fun” or “good” —
All poems are full of (un)just words,
So, let’s not get ourselves bored to death,
even if the rain doesn’t stop.
Don’t you think that’s an idea?
A visual artist & a bilingual writer of Japanese origin. She writes poetry, haiku, art criticism & essays. Her publications include Garden: selected Haiku (Beehive Press), STUDY & Other Poems on Art (Ugly Duckling Presse) & the most recent Anonymous Landscape (Lithic Press).