All day my eyes itched
as if they were allergic
to viewing my life.
Bad reaction
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Category Archives: haiku
November rain
Wet dampness always
seems colder than that first soft
warm blanket of snow.
Laundry basket
Socks multiply when
mated yet produce offspring
that never quite match.
Domestic landscapes
Dishwasher rumbles
like a distant storm. Water
churns, carries debris.
Unnecessary
The espresso cups,
sleekly designed, just one more
thing to put away.
The day after
Busyness is best
to occupy, medicate
you. Endings are hard.
High school
You’ll never again
feel pain, joy both at once. Be
so at odds with life.
Speak
When you unburden,
you hope listeners will care.
Yet some could care less.
Children’s show
J’s Sleeping Beauty.
Small kids grab at her princess
gown with sticky hands.
Dissection
Every day with
words I pin down bits of my
self for all to view.
a haiku a day 