Pleasuring
Earth yields to fingers
Penetrating to place a
Morning glory seed
Unfolding
Peonies thrust pink
And purple buds that throb from
Springtime’s warm massage
Mourning Dove
Sleepless nights you end
With lonely cries beside your
Silver lifelong mate
Paperweight
Upon your desk in
alcohol a garden snake
coils and stares blindly.
* Eileen Sullivan says of herself “…An American writer and editor, grew up in Canada, and has worked on faculty teaching university classes in literature and media studies. She served as Associate Editor of South Dakota Review for years and is a published creative nonfiction essayist, fiction writer and poet. She has no current fixed address and may be reached through Edizione Kolibris. Her previous editors joke that her best fiction is in her autobiographies. The ambiguity amuses her.”
** These for haiku come from a new bilingual (Italian & English) collection that Eileen and Italian poet Chiara De Luca plan to publish later this year – more details to follow.
