After, we’re gentle
with each other, as if we’re
tending open wounds.
Family fight
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After, we’re gentle
with each other, as if we’re
tending open wounds.
Monthly Archives: March 2010
Coffee date
Conversational
buzz a backdrop to clinking
spoons stirring white clouds.
Doing the laundry
Subterranean
hum of spinning drums cleansing
my dirty stained life.
Missed the bus
Now she has time to
blow dry her hair while I rub
away sleep, then drive.
Almost spring
Snowpack seems solid
but underneath, droplets sing
of melting caverns.
Other daughter’s boyfriend
Bandana over
his sweet smile, ninja to his
anime girlfriend.
Daughter’s boyfriend
He won me over
with his Facebook comment on
her profile picture
Corey Haim
When Robert Frost wrote
“Nothing gold can stay,” he could
have described child stars.
Fishbowl
Bored orange nibbles
away black’s filmy fins. Sad
stubs flail lost beauty.
Goldfield Hotel
Would you check into
a portal to hell? Watching
on TV’s enough.
a haiku a day 