She found a stash of
mushrooms, fairly certain they
belonged to the teens.
• • •
contraband in the planter
haiku for 12/11/2024
Month: December 2024
the mini convenience store
haiku for 12/10/2024
Snacks and meals, sodas
and energy drinks. All run
from a checkout stand.
• • •
the frailty of mom and dad
haiku for 12/9/2024
They got old so fast.
Brains, bodies worn out over
time. Goodbye comes soon.
• • •
the first phone call in months
haiku for 12/8/2024
Mother and daughters
take turns re-establishing
some kind of rapport.
• • •
once, we were happy
haiku for 12/7/2024
A couple so in
love, spending time together.
Where did it all go?
• • •
catching a recruiter’s eye
haiku for 12/6/2024
All it takes is a
couple of keywords on your
LinkedIn profile page.
• • •
eat mor milkshakes
haiku for 12/5/2024
A peppermint chip
milkshake: the only food I
need in December.
• • •
a hint of mint
haiku for 12/4/2024
Toothpaste doesn’t need
to taste like bubblegum or
goddam sassafras.
• • •
exploiting a vulnerability
haiku for 12/3/2024
Love is the pit of
your stomach wrenching in pain
from abandonment.
• • •
self care and the question of privilege
haiku for 12/2/2024
The world is burning,
but I’m retreating in haste.
Bigger fish to fry.
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