To possess few things,
humble in beauty and worth.
Such simplicity.
Wabi-sabi
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Essential
The spareness of what
I write contrasts with my
cluttered existence.
Haiku journal
Nit-picking each and
every syllable my mind
focused on detail.
Transformed
Foggy days. The shroud
of mystery that veils our
ordinary lives.
Inanimate
J spilled nail polish
remover on my mother’s
chest. I screamed, then cried.
Inheritance
I take better care
of my mother’s possessions
than of her, she’d say
Guilt
My dead parents’ stuff
occupies my home and mind.
Unsorted, it waits.
Sleepover
Popcorn caffeine for
the friend whose mom is dying
comfort food TV.
The director at 17
Their lives loves failures
all source material for
future film projects.
Last time
Couplings and breakups
compelled by senior year some
begin others end.
a haiku a day 