When your child tells you:/
“We are all losers!”, it’s time/
that you prove her wrong.
Category Archives: Revolutionary ImproVerse Poetry
Finally, Her Raincoat: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
She never, as an /
adult, had a raincoat in/
Seattle. She does.
Not coughing, not sweating, not gagging: revolutionary improvers haiku
No matter how well /
you think you can do something, /
let pros handle it.
Returning To Seattle: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Giant red cedars./
Moss. Ferns. Rain. Gray skies. Traffic.
I don’t miss a thing.
In And Out: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
You try to save cash,/
but sometimes you have to pay/
for mistakes you make.
There Is No Room For Heavenly Peace: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poetic Lament
Cleaning house
in service
for those who can’t
or won’t,
I play an old tape.
Hell yeah!
It’s Mahalia
Jackson,
Sleep in Heavenly Peace.
I can’t contain
the torrent of tears
as I clean
even more earnestly
because that’s all I can do now.
Now that I’ve left.
Now that I’ve ripped
lives apart.
This used to be
my city,
my town,
my house,
my family,
my life.
This music brought joy
down the stairs.
I have tapes.
I have videos.
This used to be everything
I lived for.
But now,
I’m cleaning the living room,
and
there is no room.
Dads’ Pain: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Do dads ever get/
to be sad and to mourn their/
children and themselves.
How do women wear black, shiny things like this?
As I was folding/
My children’s laundry, /
I came across/
a shiny
black
sheath. /
Turning it /
first one way,
and then/
the other, /
I wondered to myself, /
“How would my girls /
wear this?”
Then it occurred/
To me:/
It/
Was/
A/
Black/
Shiny/
Pillowcase.
Natural Christmas Ornaments: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
When left to her own/
devices, she could truly/
make a masterpiece.
Your Shoe On St. Nicholas Day: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Traditions may be/
forgotten by her, but old/
St. Nick remembers.