the haiku diaries

Focus on the screen–
those stories aren’t going
to edit themselves

Oh chef, that seitan
recipe–the devil’s work.
Throw it in the fire.

Bones of trips future
now in place, sturdy. Need the
connective tissue.

Lives on different paths
(very) but, coffees in hand,
we gab gab gab gab.

Serious woman,
how can you wear bunny ears
while sporting a frown?

Hawks, wings outstretched, coast
through the air, wind currents their
roller coaster track

Imagined a day
of rough terrain–a smooth path
emerged. Now perplexed.

Some post-decision
“what did I do?” Figured that
would happen. Just breathe.

Forecast: ice pellets.
A good excuse to stop for
a second, stay in.