“Have you been writing
your haiku journal?” he asked.
You read. You know ‘no.’
Why I started again
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Category Archives: writing
Joys of fur children
With short hair he looks
like a grey human baby.
He’ll never talk back.
Undone
Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.
Freelance writer
The more I write the
more I lose my hold on words
that speak without me.
Can’t sleep – 2 am
Wind chimes jangle in
the breeze. Nature’s alarm clock
saying, “Go to sleep.”
Online – the new paradigm
My fingers talk my
eyes listen my head makes it
up my heart hungers.
My job
Commute through fiber
optic cable to a home
built by words not deeds
Chenay Bay – Fifth day
Through the rainforest.
Lunch at Rhythms Rainbow Beach,
then Carambola.
Chenay Bay – Fourth night, Christmas day
Lazy day, lazy
night. Dinner at seven with
turkey and plantains.
Fort Christiansted brew pub
Nut brown ale. Oatmeal
stout. Bayside, we eat gumbo,
salads, tan through lunch.
a haiku a day 