Joshua St. Claire

Nessun Dorma

silenced by the din

of snow

—Joshua St. Claire

Joshua St. Claire

first bare branch

there I am

singing again

—Joshua St. Claire

Standing Wave, a haibun by Joshua St. Claire

I 

guess

it’s time

for me to 

stop thinking about

that stupid

thing I

said 

when 

I was 

just a kid

because I am all 

grown up now

and you 

are

dead

freezing from the outside in the Susquehanna 

—Joshua St. Claire

Joshua St. Claire

the blue before the red before the blue before the insomnia dawn

—Joshua St. Claire

visiting poets

from Gliese 581c

wondering aloud

what all the fuss is about

our one and only moon

—Joshua St. Claire

Joshua St. Claire

my cries

muffled by cherry blossoms

tax day

—Joshua St. Claire

cloud panorama all that’s left of a single heron

—Joshua St. Claire

Joshua St. Claire

precession of the equinoxes 

my hands reach 

middle age

—Joshua St. Claire

Joshua St. Claire

evening breeze

skyscrapers move through

rush hour traffic

Joshua St. Claire

transverse flute

the scent of hemlock

through the Appalachians

Joshua St. Claire

rumble of ozone pulling back the curtain

Joshua St. Claire

particolor flames

a hot air balloon ascends

with sunrise

Joshua St. Claire