The first time I lost my mind I eventually found it under the bed with a couple of dust bunnies. Over the years it got better at hiding. In the woods. A strip club. A collection plate at church. An IRS form. Once I found it by mistake after doing a load of laundry. It had fallen asleep in a pile of dirty clothes. I don’t know where it is now. The doctor told me to stop thinking about it because it gives me headaches. It’s probably hiding in plain sight, he said. I told him I was addicted to thinking. But that’s a different problem and I had to book another session.
summer solstice
a lone goose
heading east
is a regular contributor to haiku and tanka journals in the US, Europe, and
Australia, and his work has been widely anthologized. His fiction,
nonfiction, and poetry have appeared or are forthcoming in numerous international
journals, including Flash, Rattle, Modern Haiku, KYSO Flash, The Prose-Poem
Project, The Boston Literary Magazine, Haibun Today, and Contemporary
Haibun Online (where he edits content).
Lucky’s chapbook of haibun, tanka prose, and prose poems, entitled
Ethiopian Time (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2014), was an honorable mention
in the Touchstone Book Awards. He now lives and works in Saudi Arabia.
