sunday morning haiku
softness of an infant’s head
the scent of amber
a Mariachi band plays!
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hair
I got my hair cut. Short. This was hair 1.0. It’s even shorter and blonder now. Things are shifting rapidly. This has set off a chain of events in my life. New attitude. New sense of myself. New focus on being in my own skin. Less hiding my face, my feelings, my…self. More strength (odd,…
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a winter morning haiku
coffee so dark and creamy aquamarine sky a lone crow cries out to me
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an addiction haiku
in bed with thoughts of pleasure dripping deep inside lusting for morning coffee
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Vowels I Have Known
O, an obsidian eye peering into the depths of my infinity The pink of U the aroused blush on my tongue— moist and turgid I, a bridge into places— blue and willowy surrendering to an unknown sky Red A, a pyramid of delight— you are reckless, bloody and without fear E, you come to me,…
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the end of reminscilocomotion [or the finding of peace]
I created a new word about something I have done a lot which I am henceforth eliminating from my vocabulary. Yes, that’s right, I am both creatrix and destructrix right now, in this moment. The word is “reminiscilocomotion (verb): the act of moving forward while looking back.” I am not the girl who got “bad-touched”…
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playdate haiku
red lint in my hair googleplex hours of talking a bruise on my lip
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