Stiff spring breeze

Tightly furled like clenched
fists, tentative red-tipped buds
sway on bare branches.

Because of the media

based on a poem written by M.

They say I need a
man. Chocolate. But an eye
lash curler’s enough.

original source:

I don’t need chocolate to eat or a man in my life
I just think I do
because of the media
All I really need is my eyelash curler.

Haiku diary

Complex moments break
down into vignettes when brief
words define their state.

Vaccuming

“You suck!” becomes a
delightful metaphor for
taking it all in.

Not in polite company

She talks of threesomes,
abortions, things her mother-
in-law would faint at.

Candid confessions of a college-aged daughter

“I’m telling you but
don’t worry, I’m fine,” she says.
I listen, but do.

Weed laced with PCP

She turned to cake, felt
herself melting, the devil
eating his way out.

Easter

What do bunnies and
chocolate have to do with
a resurrection?

Project Runway

Cut pin stitch fabric
stretch confines of clothing to
become catwalk art.

Early daffodils

Like green periscopes
tiny shoots peer from muddy
beds searching for sun.