Category Archives: Haiku
My silver spoon gets stuck in my mouth when I try to articulate. (spoon: OLWomen.com; apartheid: buzzsouthafrica.com)
I think the word flit was invented by someone watching chickadees.
My friend, if I could exchange places with you now I most surely would.
A tree in my yard, upheaval in my country. The tree stays the same.
Coffee sits swallowed at the top of my stomach; my brainstem is warm. (stock photo)
Little squirrel chirps six feet from my smiling face: half-hearted scolding. (pinterest.com)
Strawberry moon looked more like honey, so I’ll go with that today. (top: al.com; bottom: wsj.com)
Left right left right left my brain trading back and forth quick entertainment (top: adsoftheworld.com; bottom: preptalk.hermits.com)
Bleeding from twenty small cuts on my arms and legs; yard work has a price. (www.osoti.net)
Here: too warm for Spring, not hot enough for Summer– a nameless season. (figtreepress.co.uk/liminal.htm)