With a ticket comes
hope, and since I’m ticketless,
I’m hopeless and lost.
Tonight’s Powerball drawing
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Daily Archives: January 9, 2016
Kale me now
Olive oil drenched chips
or cooked with sausage in stock,
either way tastes yuck.
Pinterest lies
Looking glass spray paint
fail. Dollar Tree junk still lacks
Pottery Barn charm.
Procrastination
Dandelion seed
responsibilities float
away on each breath
Winter sun
Summer is golden
butterscotch, January
skim milk, thin weak pale.
Morning ritual
Light breaks. I heed the
call to darkness, cup rich black
magic in my hands.
a haiku a day 