She

The haiku I would write for you
were illustrated with my sketches, watercolors or
Japanese prints I found in magazines or
postcards from that used bookstore that we
would browse, buy poetry, and read aloud.

 

print

 

I thought of you as my muse.
Eastern and yet so Western. Younger but
also older than me in some ways.
The poem you left on the bed 
with an erotic print which I misinterpreted.

 

print

Your side of the bed
was still warm, then cold all morning,
afternoon, night, like the Moon

 

Looking at the old photo of you
taking a photo of me hasn’t faded
though we separated five hundred Moons ago.
Thinking of you with each daylily bloom.
Flowering, falling, returning anew and yet old.

Writing the Day Podcast

This month I started doing some short podcasts of some of the recent poems on this site.

I don’t know if there will be any interest in hearing the poems but I’ll give it a few months. It’s not a very difficult process using Anchor and they are available for you on Spotify.

I am adding some other podcast services and so Writing the Day is also available on Google Podcasts, Pocket Casts, and RadioPublic.

I hope you check them out. Leave a comment and let me know what you think. If the podcasts acquire a bit of an audience, I have lots of archived poems that I might add.

 

podcast mic

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