Jonathan Humphrey

Granddaddy Asks for His Banjo on His Deathbed (Why Smile Redux)

If death is as cold
As all men say
I’ll see her nipples
From a mile away.

winter stars
his gold fillings burn
with his body

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Note: "winter stars" originally appeared in Modern Haiku 50:1

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About the Author

Jonathan Humphrey’s work has recently appeared in Acorn, Frogpond, Modern Haiku, and The Heron’s Nest. With a fondness for whiskey and whippoorwills, he divides his time between the lights of Nashville and the woods of his native Kentucky.