More of Less, a Fibonacci

We

used

to have

to wait hand

to pen to paper

like magic a message appeared

words meant something to the sender the recipient

an investment the cost of inconvenience made the effort prescious time spent

now notifications’ instant arrival has killed

anticipation’s aching and

communication’s

artful cause

with less

for

more

How to Be Remembered, a Madrigal

He wants to be remembered when he dies;
he doesn’t care quite how, but don’t forget.
Going’s less important than how he went.

He wrote his own obituary–lies
about spies, explosions, and a corvette.
He wants to be remembered when he dies;
he doesn’t care quite how. But, don’t forget

good stories outlast the grave. Otherwise,
no one cares enough to feel regret
over the loss of another poet.
He wants to be remembered when he dies.
He doesn’t care quite how, but don’t forget.
Going’s less important than how he went.

Preface, a Haibun

Let’s begin by saying, before we begin, that the following is not all of what the poet wanted to say or exactly how she would have or should have said it; however, having said that, it’s probably the best she could have done at the time; therefore, following this bit about what’s to follow, let’s begin, but before we do, the poet would like to try to say thanks for reading what follows even if you

Don’t read another
word after these words about
the words you will read.

Abundance

There is only so much poetry in
me, I used to think, so I dared not share.
Hoarding words created more scarcity.
My word problem was a matter of lack,
but faith’s participatory, a trust
thing, ultimately an illogical
math problem of the two-fish-five-loaves-fed-
thousands variety. Besides, the best
cooks can work miracles with the simplest
ingredients, and words renew themselves.
No more fear.There would be no starvation
here. Just enough is as good as a feast.
Although a meager meal may be bread and fish,
simple fare, to the hungry, tastes delicious.