What’s necessary?
The triage of memory.
A pyre to the past.
Left behind
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What’s necessary?
The triage of memory.
A pyre to the past.
Tag Archives: loss
Packing to evacuate
Photos first, then the
baby albums. Love letters.
We can buy new clothes.
San Diego fire 2
Her view from the hill
– once so fine in good weather –
just blackened landscapes.
San Diego fire
Anne emails to say
smoke plumes rise like shrouds of loss.
Below, hell ablaze.
Disbelief
Can it be midnight?
I’m losing track of time, hours
misplaced like lost keys.
Domestic engineer
Today computers
obsess me. (I must go back
to baking cookies.)
Morph
You think you know me.
Carefully constructed, I
reinvent daily.
Online
Anonymity
becomes us all as we put
our second life first.
Writer’s block
Some days the words spread
smoothly. Other days they stick,
like peanut butter.
Varmints
Squirrels have eaten
my pumpkins. They eschew fall
negate Halloween.
a haiku a day 