Light breaks. I heed the
call to darkness, cup rich black
magic in my hands.
Morning ritual
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Marriage
Some–like white wine–are
best when young. My French Bordeaux
grows better with age.
On a cold winter’s night
Kitchen windows fogged,
oven-baked chicken is the
scent of homecoming.
Boyfriend
He’s prettier than
her, constantly sculpting his
man bun with groomed hands.
Friendship
Despite my darkest
moods you reach out, take my hand,
and lead me toward hope.
Sufficient
Some days it’s enough:
an absent child’s return, a
dog’s rapt love, a kiss.
Nostalgia
She cried at the film’s
end, remembering how much
she’d once loved the book.
Mortality
That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.
At 22
You’re gone, leaving class
mates to learn that last lesson:
life can be too short.
Hope
Dark fear crackling at
the edges, the heart beats on,
pulsing core of light.
a haiku a day 