I’ve lied to you

A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.

Leap year day

Secretive. Works for
the CIA. Won’t say where
it’s been for four years.

February 29

Like the extra hour
when we fall ahead, this one
day a trick in time.

Inconstant blogger

see also Constant reader

Like a lover who
wanders I return here to
check in now and them

Wasted Saturday night

We watch bad TV
eat microwave popcorn feel
guilty not really.

Online – the new paradigm

My fingers talk my
eyes listen my head makes it
up my heart hungers.

My job

Commute through fiber
optic cable to a home
built by words not deeds

Christmas triage

Not enough time for
cookies, cards, decorating.
Which one do I skip?

Gentlewomen’s lament

God rest ye merry
gentlemen? I don’t see them
lifting a finger!

Holiday spirit

Like catching snowflakes,
this melts quickly from the heat
of a stressful month.