Sephora

Kid in candy shop
I dab on product in search
of my true colors.

Beading obsession

Handful of turquoise
begs to be strung with silver
draped around my neck.

Oceanic Flight 815

Crashed. Met Tailies. Then
Others. Hatch blew up.  Kate caged.
Got Lost about there.

Theatre of the mind

Never read the play
before you see it performed.
There’s too much drama.

Tree falls in the forest analogy

I stop posting in
the blogosphere.  No one reads
me. Do I exist?

Why I started again

“Have you been writing
your haiku journal?” he asked.
You read. You know ‘no.’

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

Dichotomy

She PhotoShops her
self covered with blood spatters
loves puppies, is sweet.

Being a silly girl

An affectation,
but it’s cute, and she is for
given many sins.