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Anonymity
becomes us all as we put
our second life first.
Category Archives: loss
Writer’s block
Some days the words spread
smoothly. Other days they stick,
like peanut butter.
Varmints
Squirrels have eaten
my pumpkins. They eschew fall
negate Halloween.
Rummage Sale
At my church they price
too high. Refugees, students
leave empty-handed.
Unfaithful
Now I blog somewhere
else. A paid professional,
thousands read my work.
Psych kick
Today it didn’t
happen. But I thought it would.
What does Facade say?
Business as usual
Breakfast meeting. Lunch
meeting. Outside, homeless men
plead, Will work for food.
See sun’s end
We’ve shut the windows.
Pulled out sweaters, pulled on socks.
A fall admission.
Word whore
I was first published
in Seventeen magazine
thirty years ago.
Autumn entourage
Cold rain heralded
her return. Killing frost trails
her, biding his time.
a haiku a day 