Honey, the bee’s now
Genetically modified
Pollinates plastic
© Chagall 2014
Category: Haiku
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Transparent glass birds
fly wing-long into the rocks
trill ere they shatter
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Hymns for ice warblers
wisps of song fill endless day
harmony so dear
© Chagall 2014
I miss my mother
young memories of her eyes
my first creation
© Chagall 2014
Starred skies lift hope’s eyes
heavenward, the path obscured
all in God’s hands now
© Chagall 2014
Birds frozen in snow
hearts stained by valiant mercies
Spring thaw breathes new life
© Chagall 2014
Worlds emerge from here
sulfur, steam, primal creatures
all hope still intact
© Chagall 2014
So bone brittle cold
even near the tips of stars . . .
that pulse, you feel it?
© Chagall 2014
Essex Street fabric store
Maury – honestly – the plaid’s beautiful too . . . the shark-skin . . . take them both.
© Chagall 2014
Friday night, Autumn 1969 – Kitchen of a railroad flat, 12th St. off Avenue B, across from 12th St Park
Ruth’s aproned mom, tostones, hot oils, sopa de mondongo, floured curves.
© Chagall 2013
Rain sounds massage me
each wet gurgle a bubble
dropped hollow echoes
© Chagall 2013
Alphabet City 