Light breaks. I heed the
call to darkness, cup rich black
magic in my hands.
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House near Woodstock
A’s dream–a fairy
cottage in the woods–simply
too good to be real.
All nighter
Weighing sleep against
productivity, I write
into a new day.
Diner
Booths shelter those hung
over, elbows tacky with
pancake syrup spills.
Groceries
Short-term guests in my
fridge, pantry, cabinet — but just
until they are served.
Dishes in the sink
Domestic mountains
rimmed with grime, sponge scaling this
Everest of suds.
Overlooked
Forgotten summer
umbrella aged by winter’s
wig of heavy snow.
Over the holidays
Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…
Poor business decision
I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
Haiku of the day
Wisdom’s spark. Fortune
cookie poetry message
ignites hope change growth.
