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Tag Archives: haiku
Last day of the year
Where did they go? Wake.
Eat. Work. Pay bills. Each the same.
Days blink by, all gone.
College acceptance letters
Envelope size, thick
or thin. We look for clues, don’t
like to be surprised .
First time visitor
Food goes bad, beer flat.
But words on a blog are fresh
to new readers’ eyes.
College midterms
She calls, panicked, freaked.
Can’t breathe, can’t focus, can’t write.
I soothe, long distance.
Hair stylist issues
Bad trim, worse blow dry.
Pitying looks from strangers.
Do I cut and run?
Add New Post
Neglected, ignored.
Like faithful dogs, blogs wait for
their masters’ return.
Last day of 16
Some days she doesn’t
fit into her skin, too young
to be old this soon.
Hoarders on A&E
What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.
Ocean waves
I type in a dim
dark room listening to surf.
There’s an app for that.
