“what do you want
for your birthday?”
“a divorce”
“i know what it's like
to feel depressed”
“yes, you do, don't you?”
face to face
two mortals accept the fact
that they're donkeys
grace
another word
for a sense of humor
flat on my back
things are looking up
again
Friday, September 30, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxxviii
lost love
the heart still beats
in my chest
1 January 2003
day after new year's
she dusts off
her geometry book
2 January 2003
busy day
there's always room
for another haiku
2 January 2003
the heart still beats
in my chest
1 January 2003
day after new year's
she dusts off
her geometry book
2 January 2003
busy day
there's always room
for another haiku
2 January 2003
Thursday, September 29, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxxvii
stocking feet
the wash of scrabble tiles
by the fire
30 December 2002
moonlit tears
washing out the sorrow
of the old year
31 December 2002
drug store sale
tie-dyed blow-outs
six for a dollar
31 December 2002
the wash of scrabble tiles
by the fire
30 December 2002
moonlit tears
washing out the sorrow
of the old year
31 December 2002
drug store sale
tie-dyed blow-outs
six for a dollar
31 December 2002
Monday, September 26, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxxvi
alone into the night coyote voices rise in song
a sudden gust of wind calls forth the sleeping spirits
she walks into her fears armed only with her courage
30 December 2002
This is a sijo, not a haiku. It's the only sijo I've ever written.
a sudden gust of wind calls forth the sleeping spirits
she walks into her fears armed only with her courage
30 December 2002
This is a sijo, not a haiku. It's the only sijo I've ever written.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxxv
~~~
leafless tree
lichen
on the weathered white post
~~~
nature's palette
a selection of greens and yellows
on that tree
~~~
27 December 2002
leafless tree
lichen
on the weathered white post
~~~
nature's palette
a selection of greens and yellows
on that tree
~~~
27 December 2002
Saturday, September 24, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxxiv
~~~
swarming flies
primary colors
on the clothesline
~~~
clay oven
the smell
of burning bread
~~~
october beetles
a few stalks of grain
stand still
~~~
fading light
a redtail hawk flies low
over the cotton field
~~~
crawdad pond
a thick cloud of dust
behind the pickup
~~~
church potluck
the toddler asks
for a fly swatter
~~~
farm country
the flies don't bother me
until I get them home
~~~
annual party
the children all
one size bigger
~~~
27 December 2002
swarming flies
primary colors
on the clothesline
~~~
clay oven
the smell
of burning bread
~~~
october beetles
a few stalks of grain
stand still
~~~
fading light
a redtail hawk flies low
over the cotton field
~~~
crawdad pond
a thick cloud of dust
behind the pickup
~~~
church potluck
the toddler asks
for a fly swatter
~~~
farm country
the flies don't bother me
until I get them home
~~~
annual party
the children all
one size bigger
~~~
27 December 2002
Friday, September 23, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxxiii
october clouds
the gleam of suntan oil
on the old woman's legs
~~~
children shriek
the old locomotive
builds a head of steam
working up a head of steam
children jump on the platform
~~~
clear blue sky
a touch of green
in the red berry leaves
~~~
long wisps of cloud
my hair
half-dry
~~~
tangled bushes
red berry leaves
amongst the toyon
~~~
train bell
she clips the leash
to her dog's collar
~~~
happy birthday
why do we celebrate
the forward march of time?
27 December 2002
the gleam of suntan oil
on the old woman's legs
~~~
children shriek
the old locomotive
builds a head of steam
working up a head of steam
children jump on the platform
~~~
clear blue sky
a touch of green
in the red berry leaves
~~~
long wisps of cloud
my hair
half-dry
~~~
tangled bushes
red berry leaves
amongst the toyon
~~~
train bell
she clips the leash
to her dog's collar
~~~
happy birthday
why do we celebrate
the forward march of time?
27 December 2002
Thursday, September 22, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxxii
december storm
the kids plead
for one more video
winter holiday
dad makes another trip
to the hardware store
even drizzle
is it time to make fudge
yet?
27 December 2002
the kids plead
for one more video
winter holiday
dad makes another trip
to the hardware store
even drizzle
is it time to make fudge
yet?
27 December 2002
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxxi
winter storm
paper snowflakes flower
on the window
27 December 2002
spaceship earth
the bus driver hollers
"move on back!"
27 December 2002
paper snowflakes flower
on the window
27 December 2002
spaceship earth
the bus driver hollers
"move on back!"
27 December 2002
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxx
It's been a dark and stormy week. The power has been off more than it's been on. We've spent several evenings sitting in the dark by the fire listening to the rain and wind outside.
At night, I try to think of things the kids can do by candle light.
lights out
watching the rain
through a paper snowflake
We dust off our musical instruments, sing, and play games. The kids play flashlight tag and stage tumbling shows in the bedroom.
candlelit viola
playing “good king wenceslas”
by touch
I play Scrabble with my older children. The wash of the tiles brings back memories of stormy nights spent with my grandmother.
Last night, a thunderstorm started while I slept. I dreamed that someone up the road was playing Scrabble. The tiles thundered through my dreams.
“Oh why can't they be quieter?” I fretted in my sleep.
I woke to a tremendous roar of thunder, my mind still tangled in the dream.
thunder clap
god's word earns
a triple letter bonus
20 December 2002
At night, I try to think of things the kids can do by candle light.
lights out
watching the rain
through a paper snowflake
We dust off our musical instruments, sing, and play games. The kids play flashlight tag and stage tumbling shows in the bedroom.
candlelit viola
playing “good king wenceslas”
by touch
I play Scrabble with my older children. The wash of the tiles brings back memories of stormy nights spent with my grandmother.
Last night, a thunderstorm started while I slept. I dreamed that someone up the road was playing Scrabble. The tiles thundered through my dreams.
“Oh why can't they be quieter?” I fretted in my sleep.
I woke to a tremendous roar of thunder, my mind still tangled in the dream.
thunder clap
god's word earns
a triple letter bonus
20 December 2002
Monday, September 19, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxix
frosty morning
the teenager wears thermal boots
with her shorts
5 December 2002
family reunion
she drives through her hometown
without stopping
7 December 2002
november wind
the news of each friend's death
less unexpected
12 December 2002
the teenager wears thermal boots
with her shorts
5 December 2002
family reunion
she drives through her hometown
without stopping
7 December 2002
november wind
the news of each friend's death
less unexpected
12 December 2002
Sunday, September 18, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxviii
funeral train
a parade
without music
11 November 2002
autumn night
i don't care why
he wants to do me
26 November 2002
thanksgiving morning
do you really want to fight
over this turkey?
thanksgiving stuffing
reaching for another piece
of pie
28 November 2002
a parade
without music
11 November 2002
autumn night
i don't care why
he wants to do me
26 November 2002
thanksgiving morning
do you really want to fight
over this turkey?
thanksgiving stuffing
reaching for another piece
of pie
28 November 2002
Saturday, September 17, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxvii
veterans day
the children dye yarn
with koolaid
armistice day
a rainbow of wool drying
on the clothesline
feet to the fire
the old woman knits
new socks
turning the heel
those chilblained toes no longer need
any socks
winding yarn
do the poppies still bloom red
in flanders?
11 November 2002
the children dye yarn
with koolaid
armistice day
a rainbow of wool drying
on the clothesline
feet to the fire
the old woman knits
new socks
turning the heel
those chilblained toes no longer need
any socks
winding yarn
do the poppies still bloom red
in flanders?
11 November 2002
Friday, September 16, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxvi
dawn
autumn forest
through a raindrop
(I keep trying different versions of this, but it always comes out just a little too figurative.)
november geese
a fine rain covers
the fallen leaves
7 November 2002
haiku retrospective ccxxv
halloween night
the small witch's eyes
wide
31 October 2002
trick-or-treat
cotton candy clouds
pink at dusk
31 October 2002
remodeling
shopping for a husband
to match her decor
10 November 2002
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxiv
raining cats and dogs
watch out;
you might step in a poodle
coming down pitchforks
jagged lightning
in the west
raining buckets
trying to turn the wipers
up past high
downpour
catching my breath
under the overhang
31 October 2002
watch out;
you might step in a poodle
coming down pitchforks
jagged lightning
in the west
raining buckets
trying to turn the wipers
up past high
downpour
catching my breath
under the overhang
31 October 2002
Sunday, September 11, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxiii
manicured nails
picking at the scab
from a hangnail
18 October 2002
desire
the honey
inside her
20 October 2002
halloween sunshine
the frantic whir
of the sewing machine
31 October 2002
picking at the scab
from a hangnail
18 October 2002
desire
the honey
inside her
20 October 2002
halloween sunshine
the frantic whir
of the sewing machine
31 October 2002
Saturday, September 10, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxii
desert canyon
acres of windmills
white against the sky
18 October 2002
green tea
peasant virtues
in a cup
18 October 2002
turning leaves
blue veins marble
the clouds
18 October 2002
acres of windmills
white against the sky
18 October 2002
green tea
peasant virtues
in a cup
18 October 2002
turning leaves
blue veins marble
the clouds
18 October 2002
Friday, September 9, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxi
badlands
a 22 casing
by the dead skunk
30 September 2002
october heat
cobwebs thick
with dust
6 October 2002
splitting a banana
a spoonful of hot fudge
straight from the jar
18 October 2002
a 22 casing
by the dead skunk
30 September 2002
october heat
cobwebs thick
with dust
6 October 2002
splitting a banana
a spoonful of hot fudge
straight from the jar
18 October 2002
Thursday, September 8, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxx
sudden gust
the scraping of the rake
a little faster
28 September 2002
grandma's chocolate cake
shuffling cards for
another round of go fish
28 September 2002
afternoon tea
the small boy spoons sugar
into his mouth
30 September 2002
the scraping of the rake
a little faster
28 September 2002
grandma's chocolate cake
shuffling cards for
another round of go fish
28 September 2002
afternoon tea
the small boy spoons sugar
into his mouth
30 September 2002
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxix
final brush stroke
it's the lopsided grin
that makes it perfect
5 September 2002
last light
a pinwheel spins
on the child's grave
7 September 2002
early riser
the spider curses
the dew
7 September 2002
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxviii
autumn sunrise
her shrunken lips mutter
"Damn! I'm still alive."
4 September 2002
conceptual art i think
5 September 2002
the sun rose
oh! the fragrance
of this autumn morning
5 September 2002
her shrunken lips mutter
"Damn! I'm still alive."
4 September 2002
conceptual art i think
5 September 2002
the sun rose
oh! the fragrance
of this autumn morning
5 September 2002
Monday, September 5, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxvii
cold august evening
maple leaves falling
on the first amaryllis
29 August 2002
august work day
raking in the leaves
to the smell of toner
29 August 2002
darkening bruise
a continent in relief
on his hip
4 September 2002
maple leaves falling
on the first amaryllis
29 August 2002
august work day
raking in the leaves
to the smell of toner
29 August 2002
darkening bruise
a continent in relief
on his hip
4 September 2002
Sunday, September 4, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxvi
eating all those mosquitoes
the colony of mother bats
in our chimney
besides the point
the tears on my youngest child's face
as he gets his rabies shot
fourth rabies shot
the hospital receptionist
greets us by name
summer of the bats
i open the window
to let out the fear
28 August 2002
Saturday, September 3, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxv
august night
another bat
in the house
4 August 2002
steamer's lane
a wavy line of foam
on the beach
4 August 2002
august heat
a grasshopper
on the bottom of the pool
4 August 2002
another bat
in the house
4 August 2002
steamer's lane
a wavy line of foam
on the beach
4 August 2002
august heat
a grasshopper
on the bottom of the pool
4 August 2002
Friday, September 2, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxiv
heat lightning
his bare legs hook
around the sheet
hot flash
the curtains sway slowly
in the summer breeze
19 July 2002
lost in space
my foot reaches for the step
that isn't there
2 August 2002
his bare legs hook
around the sheet
hot flash
the curtains sway slowly
in the summer breeze
19 July 2002
lost in space
my foot reaches for the step
that isn't there
2 August 2002
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