Over the holidays

Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…

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Poor business decision

I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.

Laid off friend

Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.

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Brief holiday visit

Once her nest, now a
museum to her old self.
Home is elsewhere.

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Past life public

Looking back I find
this old friend, written record
for the world to view

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Abandoned blog

Held back by your tight
seventeen syllable leash,
I write elsewhere now.

San Diego

Shivering at the
airport. Colder than O’Hare.
Turn back, refund flight.

Depression

Bright summer days no
friend to sadness. Solace lies
in winter’s dark chill.

On cutting off long hair

Strands layered, length chopped,
I change, shed years, fears, regrets.
Why’d I wait so long?

Afterwards

We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.