an allium adventure
hold a new springtime story
first, chicken or egg?
conflict. plague. World Wars.
long nights of grief and fire
mais, voir – the smoke clears
The news is a bit easier to bear today for the Parisians of our acquaintance. Knowing how often Paris has had to rebuild heartens; they know how to do it and doubtless had all the plans in the world in place. But what a horror for those who had to execute them.
All hearts and promises, now
they could file jointly
This was a joke(?) the in-laws told to explain their wedding date.
katas in concert
qi released in high-pitched SHOUT
resting, Warrior reads
no one stinted on the tech,
hygienist tends it alongside.
whining tools their own din test
as dentist beams, applies fluoride.
Image courtesy British Library Flickr
Within the ocean’s rinse and churn
A bright tail risen from the waves!
A resin replica retrains mere traces of that beauty grave.
Sailor leaves his ship to yearn; surfer reins in her offspring
Deep unto deep, the waters call as from the sea the siren sings.
Dearie, nit tools are what you need —
Begin the desolation rite!
I tirade looniest as I weed
A deletions riot will be staged tonight.
Unexpected arrival, but exited about notes on the previously named Stella book (thanks to Angela Dominguez’s STELLA DIAZ HAS SOMETHING TO SAY we’re in the process of a title change. Any thoughts welcome.) I am going to finish out the week with anagrams, but they’re definitely a lot slower to write than haiku!
when the body sends snide pointers about everything you’ve missed
when your tongue can only dispense tin, or flavors you resist
when your brain’s awash in dopiness, inert, your thoughts unknown
it’s called “a cure” – it has a name; it’s Prednisone.
You know it’s bad when you’re anagramming drugs, but it made me smile, anyway.