Some people like to
cook. Then there’s me who dreads that
thing called dinner hour.
Time to start supper
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Monthly Archives: January 2008
Why I started again
“Have you been writing
your haiku journal?” he asked.
You read. You know ‘no.’
Joys of fur children
With short hair he looks
like a grey human baby.
He’ll never talk back.
Undone
Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.
Freelance writer
The more I write the
more I lose my hold on words
that speak without me.
Can’t sleep – 2 am
Wind chimes jangle in
the breeze. Nature’s alarm clock
saying, “Go to sleep.”
Online – the new paradigm
My fingers talk my
eyes listen my head makes it
up my heart hungers.
My job
Commute through fiber
optic cable to a home
built by words not deeds
Chenay Bay – Sixth night
Final dinner at
Duggan’s Reef. Whiskey lobster
and desserts delight.
Chenay Bay – Sixth day
Last day on island.
Family kayak to Prune
Beach, enjoyed time shared.
a haiku a day 