convex complexities

Catch Me I’m Falling by Graham Pook – oil on canvas

The curve of ache, where matter meets its seams, this is where I reside. The arc of the lonely and rejected. I yank fistfuls of my hair and stare at my reflection in this thing that is supposed to tell me something, show me—who I am. Or at least what others see. What if, the curve is too concave to conceal the point of despair. My reflection shows me nothing, tells me even less. I’ve buried smiles in my bourbon and hold stories upon my flesh. I look, one eye squinted, and then the other—shut. But nothing still. Just non-reflective glass, an empty image and an afterthought.

camomile fields
my toes are bare
the mirror broke

© Grace Black

The October Poetry Journey continues… #OctPoWriMo

Today is Day 3 of OctPoWriMo  join me, 31 poems in 31 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 31 in 31!

Love and Ink,



  1. I love this: “I’ve buried smiles in my bourbon and hold stories upon my flesh.”

    And this: “camomile fields / my toes are bare”

    You are such an incredible writer!!!

  2. powerfully evocative and well written – expresses deep sentiments and feelings – and with some very powerfully chosen lines :)

  3. Oh wow .. loved the haibun … the prose is beautifully poetic .. and I could feel the danger of walking in chamomile fields without shoes very clearly!

    1. If you felt it, then I may be on the right path. I’m playing with words this month to see what works and what doesn’t. Thank you so much for your feedback! Feel free to be constructive as well, Kir. Your opinion is a wonderful tool, I’m grateful. :)

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