Haikus

Anxiety as Awe

Riddled with wonder.

Unfathomable, we’re here!

Doc prescribes Xanax.

Nate Silver Pooh-Poohs “Letters From An American”

“Millions of women,

duped by Richardsonism.”

Tell us more, Daddy!!!

Parenting a 13 Year Old

Those hurricane winds!

Saplings must bend to survive,

but old oaks anchor.

Cut & Paste

The most devious

tell only half the story.

Neatly crop their role.

Political Abstractions

Think what you will think,

but masked men in unmarked trucks

have something to hide.

The Suckling

Petulant power

like Joffrey Baratheon.

His wet-nurse, our hate.

Sky Dance At The Gas Station in April

Dancing by the pumps,

belting out love for Jesus.

Woodcock, back for spring.

Spring Cleaning

All the knives sharpened.

Windows cleaned with vinegar.

Red-tailed hawk. My cat.

A Bad Attitude in Lewiston

Useless map warns us -

contaminated water!

Bug-infested ash.

Carpe Diem

Be in bed by 9.

Avoid sweet, salt, smoke, sloth, sex.

Lightning struck the oak.

Weenie

A stray cat showed up.

AI warned not to feed it.

He is my best friend.

Marital Bliss

After 16 years,

he hands me his sandwich, says,

"For you, the best bite."

I Know You Saw My Email

At Catholic school

problems are shuffled around

just like problem priests.

Advice to an 8th Grader From Aurelius

You have this one life.

Ignore the petty bullshit.

Answer to yourself.

Toss Him In the Gladiator Pit!

My husband - now foe -

said he’s not a fan of my

favorite poet.

Locker Room Banter

Hell, not your daughter -

she’s not a piece of ass, gross!

(That was Ivanka.)

She Called It “Trump Derangement Syndrome” Again

His ungodliness

absolves you of your scruples.

Let’s you really shine.

Lacrimae rerum

The vessel for grief

should be sturdy, deep, and vast,

but not without holes.

Prayer

Toasted sourdough.

Fresh cuke and tomato, sliced.

Mayo, salt, pepper.

Vision Street Wear

Texting old boyfriend.

Man, did we battle back then.

Time dulled our weapons.

Political Stockholm Syndrome

You will not shame me

into having sympathy

for violent people.

Baptism By Fire

Second degree burns.

New skin itches where it blooms

so you don’t forget.

Black Water Snake

Some wounds transform you.

You stop seeking love where it

never existed.

Bellyacher

You’re thirsty, you say,

but you hold an empty cup

bitching by the well.


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