Haiku Noir
I did not want to
burn the bridge, only remove
a few of the planks
sometimes we have to
throw ourselves off the cliff in
order not to drown
lampblack raindrops fall
from the nib of my fountain
pen, a vein punctured
black widow spider
mother protecting her young
still, the hourglass drains
inhaling paint fumes
the sigh of brush on canvas
never been higher
Kelly Cressio-Moeller’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Boxcar Poetry Review, Crab Creek Review, Crab Orchard Review, Gargoyle, Pirene’s Fountain, Poet Lore, Rattle, Southern Humanities Review, THRUSH Poetry Journal, Valparaiso Poetry Review, and ZYZZYVA others as well as in Diane Lockward’s book, The Crafty Poet. She shares her fully-caffeinated life with her tall husband, two ever-growing sons, and their immortal basset hound in Northern California. She’s at work on her first book of poems.
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