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Christmas cards
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Abandoned haiku blog
My door open, but
the rooms are empty, thoughts like
forgotten relics.
Away too long
Stories always tell
of the one who wanders, then
returns home…like me.
Longest night of the year
Soon, darkness recedes.
But tonight I wrap myself
in velvet-starred black.
Silence
You don’t notice the
absence of sound until you
strain to hear something.
Unemployed Christmas
Can days be merry
and bright? Jobs – like ornaments –
fragile, out of reach.
Ugly photo
She keeps it displayed
to remind herself that once
she didn’t know it
She watches me…
…create. Impatient
that I won’t pay attention
when I’m writing stuff.
Driving kids to camp
Flat mapped names turn in-
to forested hills, roads wind
towards adventure.
Online debate
Listserv fight breaks out.
Among civil people, the
retorts well-researched.
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