A’s dream–a fairy
cottage in the woods–simply
too good to be real.
House near Woodstock
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Category Archives: beauty
All nighter
Weighing sleep against
productivity, I write
into a new day.
Marriage
Some–like white wine–are
best when young. My French Bordeaux
grows better with age.
Boyfriend
He’s prettier than
her, constantly sculpting his
man bun with groomed hands.
On cutting off long hair
Strands layered, length chopped,
I change, shed years, fears, regrets.
Why’d I wait so long?
Sufficient
Some days it’s enough:
an absent child’s return, a
dog’s rapt love, a kiss.
Snow blind
Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.
Afternoon rendezvous
She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
Dull lives filtered take
on romance, mystery, masked by
Low-fi Sutro Rise.
Hint of spring
Earthy smell of fresh
mud awakens winter-dulled
senses like coffee.
a haiku a day 