My husband’s pride is
African violets, purple
faces genuflect.
Majesty
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Bus stop – daylight savings time
7am could
be midnight. Kids stand on street
corners like hookers.
Trick or treat 5
I answer the door.
Offer kids cooked broccoli
They demand candy.
Lost and found
Moving furniture,
the Bermuda Triangle
is under the couch.
Trick or treat 4
Only buy the good
candy because you have to
live with leftovers.
JD & Elliot 8x/day
My daughter channel
surfs, feeding her ‘Scrubs’ habit.
I’m no Superman.
Ripoff
No pumpkins any
where, except for Wal-mart which
wants ten bucks a pop.
Revealed
We have never met.
And yet, reading this, you know
who I really am.
Desire
I crave silence like
most women crave chocolate,
dark, deep, bittersweet.
Seasonal attire
Wearing the mantle
of autumn. Cold starry nights
days of leaf-strewn gold.
a haiku a day 