New Year’s Eve

  truant clocks shapeshift like lamppost bulbs—following time’s ascent: evening

Five lines

Years ago, when I fell into what is sometimes referred to as “writer’s block,” I found an outlet in haiku, tanka, cinquain, and other short form poems. I made a pledge to myself to write three lines a day, sometimes five. I was able to keep it up for over a year, until the file […]