Post-audition, she
was mobbed with requests, star-to-
be in student films.
Best day ever
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Weed laced with PCP
She turned to cake, felt
herself melting, the devil
eating his way out.
Easter basket
Malted milk eggs, Peeps,
solid bunnies (eaten ears
first) hide in fake grass.
Easter
What do bunnies and
chocolate have to do with
a resurrection?
Fountain pen
A small indulgence:
nibs, inkwells, hand writing in
a click to print world.
Abandoned haiku blog
My door open, but
the rooms are empty, thoughts like
forgotten relics.
Silence
You don’t notice the
absence of sound until you
strain to hear something.
Ugly photo
She keeps it displayed
to remind herself that once
she didn’t know it
She watches me…
…create. Impatient
that I won’t pay attention
when I’m writing stuff.
Driving kids to camp
Flat mapped names turn in-
to forested hills, roads wind
towards adventure.
a haiku a day 