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About Mikels Skele

Poet. Explainer. Foreigner-at-large.

Friday haiku 52

Memphis, mid-October
These fields of cotton
So ghostly

Friday haiku 51

In the box
Schrödinger’s cat wonders
Is the old man still alive?

Friday haiku 50

A summer’s longing:
your face to light the darkness.
Tonight, a jealous moon.

Lazarus

And Martha says to Jesus,
‘So how long is this resurrection
good for?’
‘Hard to say,’ says Jesus.
‘Why?’

Martha pours him
another glass of wine.

‘It’s just that he won’t stop
talking about it,
how he’s your favorite,
how you don’t raise

just anyone
from the dead.’

Jesus drains his glass,
reaches for the bottle.

‘I might be able to get him a job
in Cyprus.’

Friday haiku 49

Yesterday a tree
where a squirrel sits and stares
nowhere to jump