If anyone out there is keeping score at home, you may have noticed that we have a mere 17 haiku left to go before we hit 365 (far behind schedule, but hey -- life happens). The big question is, what should I do next? Keep haiku-ing? Do I stop at the magic number? Start a new writing project? Try to get a haiku book deal?
I'm joking about the last one. Mostly.
Ideas?
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Day 348: Umbrellonet? Bayonella?
A pouchy-faced toad
Knocks me clear out of the way
With her umbrella
The subway is a dog eat dog world, with a seat as the ultimate prize. This woman was a worthy adversary. Her savvy use of the "appear out of nowhere reverse umbrella bump with dirty look and purse block" maneuver was impressive.
She won the battle, but not the war. Game ON.
Knocks me clear out of the way
With her umbrella
The subway is a dog eat dog world, with a seat as the ultimate prize. This woman was a worthy adversary. Her savvy use of the "appear out of nowhere reverse umbrella bump with dirty look and purse block" maneuver was impressive.
She won the battle, but not the war. Game ON.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Day 346: Rude awakening
I drift off to sleep
And wake up in Jamaica
Queens, not paradise
I go there a lot, and it never ceases to disappoint.
And wake up in Jamaica
Queens, not paradise
I go there a lot, and it never ceases to disappoint.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Day 345: Over LaGuardia, 8:00 PM
For a few moments
New York looks like all the stars
Fell to earth at once
New York looks like all the stars
Fell to earth at once
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