Haiku For Titanic, One Hundred Years Later

Clean cold salt water
Washing my poor eyes tonight.
God, let me sleep, please?

January 1, 1984

The light from the street lamp outside leaking through your match stick blinds, reflecting in your brown eyes, two deep auburn candles and your arm around my shoulder. We were used up, anything more was beyond us. Your candle burned on, but your breath was finally slowing, and you whispered in my ear, "That was totally unexpected, and totally pleasurable!"

And Christine was sound asleep in my bedroom, just ten feet below us.

And I've never regretted one second of that night....

Almost One Hundred Years

Life is drifting down in slow white flakes, coasting the miles under the sea, white hot compared to the cold black iron lying on the undersea mountainside. All is quiet now, where the windows on the bridge caved in, where the hungry ghosts in gowns and tuxedos danced to the ragtime rhythms while the hold filled with water and the children looked toward heaven, where I pray that the hand of the ocean sands off the name from the life boats.... I can't ever read that name again without seeing Mr. Guggenheim dead, and Mr. Astor dead, and Ms. Brown barely alive, having broken the curse. Let the sun dry you, flames burning the roof of the tunnel,white canvas jackets bleached under springtime sun...

Haiku For Amelia Earhart

The radio's prayer
drifts softly down the sunbeams
to coral and sand

Emily On A January Night

It's the coldest night of this very young year, the stars are like ice, the ice is like stars. The river is rolling in cold solitude, ice on the pilings, ice on the shore. The sand remembers the footprints from summer, when people were grateful to wade in cool water. But now it's all chilly and smoothed by the currents, no signs of life, icy water is all.

And we're lying in bed with a blue candle burning, too late to go anywhere, too cold to go out. Your skirt's folded neatly on the back of my desk chair, your sweater so carefully folded....

Jenny's Haiku

My life would be so
Dark, the light so hard to find,
If I'd not met you.

Haiku For Someone I Love Very Much

Full of grace that you
Don't even know you have, you
Whisper to the night.