My daughter channel
surfs, feeding her ‘Scrubs’ habit.
I’m no Superman.
JD & Elliot 8x/day
1
Ripoff
No pumpkins any
where, except for Wal-mart which
wants ten bucks a pop.
Revealed
We have never met.
And yet, reading this, you know
who I really am.
Desire
I crave silence like
most women crave chocolate,
dark, deep, bittersweet.
Seasonal attire
Wearing the mantle
of autumn. Cold starry nights
days of leaf-strewn gold.
Unachievable
Organization
my goal. Utter chaos my
sad reality.
Mid-day fix
I type furtively,
blogging an addiction as
bad as crystal meth.
Domesticated Eve
An apple, as red
as it is crisp, awaits on
the blue floral plate.
Gavotte
This is the dance in
side my head. No two left feet.
Only thoughts, spinning.
Can’t sleep 8
I must be up in
five hours. It’s like walking a
tightrope…or knife edge.
a haiku a day 