Breathless, punched in the
gut seeing language evolve,
my own words falter.
Upon reading the work of a great writer
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Breathless, punched in the
gut seeing language evolve,
my own words falter.
Tag Archives: hope
Mortality
That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.
Hope
Dark fear crackling at
the edges, the heart beats on,
pulsing core of light.
Afternoon rendezvous
She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
Friendship during hard times
Like an egg in a
carton I fall but don’t crack,
cushioned by your strength.
Up all night
I would like to see
4 am start off my day
instead of end it.
New year’s resolutions
How apt. A bright snow
white day cleans the slate for our
future perfect selves.
Fiscal cliff
Cost to average
household: Five thousand. Voting
the bums out: Priceless.
New Year’s Eve: ball drop
If we look ahead
in hope, optimism,
then shouldn’t the ball rise?
Driving to Chicago
90 knows me well,
her sinuous curves — through five
states — lead me onward.
a haiku a day 