If one rainy night you find yourself /
leaving a phone booth and you meet a man /
with a lavender umbrella, resist /
your curiosity to follow him, to seek / ...
Just as Leah opens her mouth to tell him she’s pregnant, Russell says,
“There’s something blue down there.” The canyon rises to Leah’s left
and falls on her right. Without her glasses, it offers only immediate,
myopic pleasures—scrappy scrub brush,…
AMERICA
There was a bird I liked,
its name was I don’t remember.
It skimmed the waves a day from shore.
My mother held my head up to the rail,
I was too sick to stand.
America, she said,
this…
Remembering Michael Coleman /
Before he faced the suitors in the hall, /
He proved himself by plucking high-strung gut /
Until it hummed a single note. So pure / ...
Raffael de Gruttola is past President and Treasurer of the Haiku Society of America and one of the founding members of the Boston Haiku Society which is one of the oldest groups in the USA and Internationally. He has published …