sunday morning haiku
softness of an infant’s head
the scent of amber
a Mariachi band plays!
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I once had a funny conversation with a friend. She was talking about two men in her life: One that worked at a holistic center for something or other and one who was a smoking, drinking band member-type. She seemed to feel pulled between these two polarities. I said, “It’s like one is a clean…
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corvette man
At least once a week, we drop off big sis at school early and go to a cafe nearby to do some freewriting or drawing. As we were crossing the street to enter the cafe today, my youngest and I waited for a shiny, black Corvette to park. It was extremely loud as the owner,…
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a haiku of endings
wind whispers her sweet longing turgid moon shining my heart weeps with fresh sorrow
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this is what we do
I bike around the lake nearly every day. It’s reasonably good exercise but I mostly do it for my spirit. I do it for the beauty and connection I feel. I do it for the way the light plays on the water, the ever-changing scents of the earth, water, plants and air. Sometimes the scents…
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(that)
The laying in bed at midnight in the dark listening, sharing, laughing for hours. Then that quiet space in between thoughts and words where he says, “yeah…” Then exhales with a stretch. (that)
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fairy tale haiku
sleeping beauty awakens
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