Tightly furled like clenched
fists, tentative red-tipped buds
sway on bare branches.
Stiff spring breeze
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Monthly Archives: April 2010
Book club procrastinator
Meeting tomorrow.
Haven’t even opened it.
That’s life on the edge.
Because of the media
based on a poem written by M.
They say I need a
man. Chocolate. But an eye
lash curler’s enough.
original source:
I don’t need chocolate to eat or a man in my life
I just think I do
because of the media
All I really need is my eyelash curler.
Haiku diary
Complex moments break
down into vignettes when brief
words define their state.
Vaccuming
“You suck!” becomes a
delightful metaphor for
taking it all in.
Rejection
Hives. Itching. As if
her body can’t coexist
with her sense of self.
Out of wedlock
for S.
Without a ring she’s
uncertain, the baby no
guarantee he’ll stay.
Not in polite company
She talks of threesomes,
abortions, things her mother-
in-law would faint at.
Candid confessions of a college-aged daughter
“I’m telling you but
don’t worry, I’m fine,” she says.
I listen, but do.
Best day ever
Post-audition, she
was mobbed with requests, star-to-
be in student films.
a haiku a day 