New Year’s Haiku by Matsuo Bashō

New Year’s Haiku by Matsuo Bashō New Year’s Day— sun on every field is beloved PHOTO: Mount Fuji, the sun, and a field in Fujikawaguchiko, Yamanashi, Japan. Photo by Tampatra1, used by permission. NOTE: Mount Fuji is the highest mountain in Japan, standing 12,389.2 feet. An active stratovolcano, Mount Fuji last erupted from 1707 to 1708. The mountain standsContinue reading “New Year’s Haiku by Matsuo Bashō”

New Year’s Eve by Warren Woessner

New Year’s Eve by Warren Woessner 5 p.m., corner booth Oak Bar, Plaza Hotel, New York City, Center of the World of all that matters. Where a Belvedere martini, up with a twist, contemplates you like a languid goldfish in a clear garden pool, or a suspended tear that you can take back inside, likeContinue reading “New Year’s Eve by Warren Woessner”

Some kind of nut by Charles Bukowski

Some kind of nut by Charles Bukowski the best Christmas I can remember I was in a tiny room in Philadelphia and I pulled down all the shades and went to bed and pulled up the covers. there was no telephone. there were no Christmas cards. there was no family. there were no gifts andContinue reading “Some kind of nut by Charles Bukowski”

In an Orchard on Thanksgiving by David Weiss

In an Orchard on Thanksgiving by David Weiss We walked out among the spurs of the apple trees, mending our lives behind with our life ahead. Moonlight lit the frost that was stiffening the field. A brook spoke for us mixing milky, metallic sounds. We picked the last apple off a tree, shared its white,Continue reading “In an Orchard on Thanksgiving by David Weiss”

Labor Day by Joseph Millar

Labor Dayby Joseph Millar Even the bosses are sleeping latein the dusty light of September. The parking lot’s empty and no one cares.No one unloads a ladder, steps on the gas or starts up the big machines in the shop,sanding and grinding, cutting and binding. No one lays a flat bead of flux over aContinue reading “Labor Day by Joseph Millar”

State Fair Fireworks, Labor Day by Maryann Corbett

State Fair Fireworks, Labor Dayby Maryann Corbett Look up: blazing chrysanthemums in roseshriek into bloom above the Tilt-a-Whirls,hang for a blink, then die in smoky swirls.They scream revolt at what the body knows:all revels end. We clap and sigh. Then, no—another rose! another peony! break,flame, roar, as though by roaring they might makethe rides whirlContinue reading “State Fair Fireworks, Labor Day by Maryann Corbett”