The Director’s Cut
in her hands M reads snuggled
with her Uglydoll.
Johnny the homicidal maniac
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J on a binge
Ransacks the kitchen.
Demands she needs chocolate.
Pacified by Dove.
Winter break
We sleep late and do
little. Spend quality time.
Together, enough.
When she’s sick
Teenager curled up
becomes baby J who’s glad
that mommy’s nearby.
In sleep
Her breath sounds like the
whistle of distant trains bound
for lands beyond dreams.
Super Tuesday: West Coast winner
Cally For Nia
For Hillary. Maria
cried, “Uncle Ted said..!”
Time to start supper
Some people like to
cook. Then there’s me who dreads that
thing called dinner hour.
Why I started again
“Have you been writing
your haiku journal?” he asked.
You read. You know ‘no.’
Joys of fur children
With short hair he looks
like a grey human baby.
He’ll never talk back.
Chenay Bay – Fifth day
Through the rainforest.
Lunch at Rhythms Rainbow Beach,
then Carambola.
a haiku a day 