Our favorite place,
nothing special. Good food, cheap,
they greet us with smiles.
Indian restaurant
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Daily Archives: January 16, 2016
Game day
Feet on hardwoods shriek
like bird calls, his yells louder
still when shots score points.
Old dog, no tricks
Stares at chair, the height
harder now. He leaps, back legs
scrabbling uselessly.
Moved back home
God, stupid parents
How’s work? Boyfriend? Pretend to
care but want me gone.
The reluctant novelist
Seventy-thousand
words a book–why? Seventeen
syllables enough.
Portland
Couch surfing through Air
BnB, they both turn heads,
young, lofted by dreams.
Little white lies
Enjoy the city.
Envision the future I
text, wanting her home.
a haiku a day 