Four Haiku For Dear Mother by J.P
I Mother, do you still recall the junction where we lost our senses? II Mother, they’re no longer content with small pen-ises shame
I Mother, do you still recall the junction where we lost our senses? II Mother, they’re no longer content with small pen-ises shame
I remember the nights under the charmed light of the fluorescent in the hall . . . Ringtones murmuring in
Why I Love Sylvia Plath She holds my pen Beautiful between her wet palms, the way she writes. And not looking at