Category Archives: Work

Haiku–Talent

Talent don’t mean shit. It’s what you do with it to make the world better. (graphics: CCO Creative Commons)   Advertisements

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Reading Admonition

Reading poems– a bronkbuster, a recovered drunk, a morning iconoclast; all tell me: write something with velocity, not half fast.   (Paul Zarzyski: Gordon Stevens; Richard Hugo: Hugo House;  William Stafford: American Academy of Poets)

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A Poem Comes

My impatience robs me of my observance, but sharpens my pen. I slice my ego into quivering hunks of silvery fatback, sputtering in the skillet I heat with my heart. Shame fits me too well. I am only as good … Continue reading

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Haiku–Red and Green

Bleeding from twenty small cuts on my arms and legs; yard work has a price. (www.osoti.net)

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Regular Days

Sunlight befriends a digital stream of virtual heavy lifting, the meat of work devoured; tasks fall like pistachio husks. Night shadows a stream splashing the bowl when the hours are shy and don’t care who you are. I prefer the … Continue reading

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Haiku–Brick and Mortar

Bricks upon more bricks; playing with mud holds them tight. Sore: understatement. (brick: obsidiandesign.com; circle: backdoorsurvival.com)

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Acceleration Antidote

Rain taps on my window, but I don’t seem to hear. I’m buried in myself again wondering about this year. It’s gone so fast, it’s almost past, and coming to an end. The wind outside is fitful; the wind chime … Continue reading

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Concentration Face

My concentrating face is a frown. This has always been so. When I am deep in contemplation people who don’t know me assume that I am incalculably sad; they worry over my spirit, not seeing how my deep engagement has … Continue reading

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Haiku–Plumby Dummy

Plumbing is my bane: water seeks its own level, just out of my reach.

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Haiku–Writing Wherever

(Note: you should check out Daniel von der Embse’s blog at writinginairplanes.com. jrs) To write or to nap; my home away from my home: writing in airplanes. Writing this journal wherever I’m traveling: working the home front. (top: pinterest.com; bottom: … Continue reading

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