Just before midnight I seek refuge in the kind of sleep that might ease my growing sense of foreboding. But when I wake well before dawn I realize the truth in the old adage that there’s no rest for the weary. Or, as someone more in the public eye than I will ever be is fond of saying, There’s plenty of time to sleep when you’re dead. Which is to say, our job’s not done. Which is to say, not yet.
falling leaves ...
an old friend says he’s ready
for the resistance
holds an MFA degree in the translation of poetry from the University of Arkansas. Her short-form and free verse poetry appears in numerous journals and anthologies, including Contemporary Haibun Online, I-70 Review, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Minyan Magazine, Naugatuck Review, ONE ART, Sheila-Na-Gig, and Silver Birch Poetry. A Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee, she received a Haiku Society of America Merit Book Award in 2017 for Prayer for the Dead: Collected Haibun & Tanka Prose (Singing Moon Press, 2016). And as founding editor of Singing Moon Press, she feels privileged to have published several short-form anthologies, including Behind the Mask: Haiku in the Time of Covid-19.
