Why I’ve been absent

Haiku, like bonsai,
needs care and pruning. A mind
unfocused kills both.

Last minute

posted to my Twitter account

Project due and I * like the late adopter I * am, haven’t finished.

Trying Twitter

Emily Bronte * labored quietly but I * scream “Here are my words!”

haikouldn’t ask it of you

“Read my poem? Please?”
In real life I’d get blank stares.
Here, you’re back for more.

Dubious milestone

Just over five months
This one four hundred fifty
Art or wasted time?

I’ve lied to you

A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.

Tina Fey’s new black

Reclaiming the word,
she grabs the bitch by the horns
and makes us all proud.

Constant reader

see also Inconstant blogger

That you’ve found me and
read my life in seventeen
syllables floors me.

In mourning early morning

J9 can’t sleep since
her mother died stays up and
writes heartache in tears.

Live your dream

Today J begins
flying not yet a driver
the sky’s the limit