The spareness of what
I write contrasts with my
cluttered existence.
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The spareness of what
I write contrasts with my
cluttered existence.
Daily Archives: October 8, 2007
Haiku journal
Nit-picking each and
every syllable my mind
focused on detail.
Unseasonable
mother nature’s miss
taken october for jewel
eye’s endless summer.
Transformed
Foggy days. The shroud
of mystery that veils our
ordinary lives.
Inanimate
J spilled nail polish
remover on my mother’s
chest. I screamed, then cried.
Inheritance
I take better care
of my mother’s possessions
than of her, she’d say
Guilt
My dead parents’ stuff
occupies my home and mind.
Unsorted, it waits.
Weather report
Cold snap arrives at
last. Wind, rain shake the changing
leaves into vibrance.
Crashed
Sixteen year old girls
draped over couches look like
angels downed mid-flight.
Teenagers
Umbilical cord
cut they grow reattached to
digital cable.
a haiku a day 