Friday, August 20, 2021

haiku for Chris at the Exchange #1 by Tohm Bakelas

small-talk bartender
asks me how i am doing—
“all right man, all right.”



 
Tohm Bakelas is a social worker in a psychiatric hospital. He was born in New Jersey, resides there, and will die there. His poems have appeared in numerous journals, zines, and online publications. He has published 12 chapbooks. He runs Between Shadows Press. 

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