Ugly, but I made
it, my hands imparting new
life to odds and ends.
Crafting
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Tag Archives: beauty
Maxfield Parrish
Girls on rocks artist
his blues so luminous they
named one after him
Winter sun
Summer is golden
butterscotch, January
skim milk, thin weak pale.
House near Woodstock
A’s dream–a fairy
cottage in the woods–simply
too good to be real.
All nighter
Weighing sleep against
productivity, I write
into a new day.
Marriage
Some–like white wine–are
best when young. My French Bordeaux
grows better with age.
Boyfriend
He’s prettier than
her, constantly sculpting his
man bun with groomed hands.
On cutting off long hair
Strands layered, length chopped,
I change, shed years, fears, regrets.
Why’d I wait so long?
Sufficient
Some days it’s enough:
an absent child’s return, a
dog’s rapt love, a kiss.
Snow blind
Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.
a haiku a day 