A toast to love’s forever-lasting days If once it will be found then may it stay Undying vows held to unswerving ways Eternal celebration come what may For all who clasp it long love shines upon No someday darken-tossed nor fortune-dimmed Sweet warbled is one’s prospect-tendered song Great comfort in eternal hours untrimmed But if…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rooster
How then the gloaming times grow dark and drear
How then the gloaming times grown dark and drear When all birds sung their song a time ago What majesty reduced to something tears Where others feared their passages unknown Who loves in times foreshadowed bleak as these Unchanged forever in their showing screened Why mysteries unfold more mysteries Still your eternal summer shines as…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Monkey
Objects in Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear
The day before I started my school suspension — more about that later — we learned of my father’s decision to quit his current job. The two had some things in common, and I thought it an interesting coincidence: No school for me, no work for him. A lecture for me from my mom, and…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Monkey
An Ala Moana Christmas
Things look a hell of a lot like Christmas. The day after Halloween, for Christ’s sake. Mall decorations. The snow-banked gifts. I shop early. I contemplate what I might afford and stare in the frosted window. The way the employee in the coat and tie looks at me, he dares me to come. His look…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Monkey
Turning 62
November’s the cruelest month for some. A time for reflecting on past mistakes. A time for choosing best whatever comes. A time for regretting squandering ways. Why do we age in the way that we do? Time stalking us, tick tocking down our days To a point where we’re agonized against some tide, gulping breaths,…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Monkey
Solitaire
It was humid, but he loved the moist heat, although he often talked about how much he preferred cold weather, would sometimes brag about withstanding nights of extreme cold dressed only in his shorts. He stooped, a bead of sweat falling on the brown bedroom carpet, and slowly rolled open the bottom drawer of his…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Monkey
Time Was
Time was time was less important to me It seemed to stretch out slow and endlessly Affirming my dreams as distantly true A glorious bird soared to deep distance A heart ticked on its near to truest course A smile so lingering on lips so close I taste them although it is long since then…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Monkey
Summer Haiku
hum some number now for the dying of summer crumbling into fall
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Monkey
Now You See It
I kept slipping off my seat. I ordered another Guinness draft. “You’ve had your limit,” Elvis the bartender replied. “Hey, don’t be cruel, mister bartender.” I pivoted outwards on my seat and waved. “I’m outta here.” Elvis grabbed me by the shoulder. “You’re not driving, brah, are you?” I shrugged his hand aside and swung…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Monkey
Father’s Day
My father sells insurance and real estate and owns a deep-sea tuna fishing boat. My father strips car engines and puts them back together to kill time. My father beats information out of Nazi prisoners of war and then takes them out and shoots them once they have said whatever they can say as fast…