Seeing no one, I removed my clothes and slipped into the icy gulf.
With profound apologies to Mr. Robert Frost:
Fire and Ice:
Some say the world will
end in fire, others say in
ice; some say zombies
Back when she held me
slender arms brushing my skin
I never knew grief
Hunter’s cap in hand
a few words, then cold silence
over the fresh earth
So, I should have been posting for this all along, but I didn’t find out until four days in and then I went out of town to visit my in-laws. So to make up for lost time, here are the first five days all lumped together. I should have day six out later today. Writing prompts are from the National Haiku Writers’ Month Facebook page and are being given in alphabetical order.
I reach out to stroke
her cheek shaped like an apple
so luscious and ripe!
with winter so mild
in his dreams, he can still smell
pollen on the breeze
breaded and pan fried
the only thing that’s missing
is my hushpuppy
waiting by the door
jealous she sniffs my whole leg
she knows where I’ve been
The door framed her shape.
As she stepped out and away,
I’m a bad boyfriend.
I’ve been neglecting you for months.
But…it’s really not my fault.
Okay, it is my fault, but I didn’t want to hurt you.
I was moving back from Japan and then it was Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Years; and there was family from out of town and soon to be in-laws and working, working, working.
Then, I got married. Then, I went on a honeymoon. Then, I started teaching again.
Right now, I should be grading tests, but I’m neglecting them to visit with you and also write “thank you” notes. I realized there would be this many thank you notes.
On Tuesday evening, I went to Satori Coffee House on Old Shell Road and saw the very talented Irene Latham reading her poetry and discussing writing.
She’s the poetry editor of the Birmingham Arts Journal and a genuinely friendly person.
I also read my short-short “Marooned”. It had a wonderful reception and I’ve sent it off to said Birmingham Arts Journal for publication (here’s hoping).
Now, I just realized that I need to write a blog post for a blog I’m ghost-writing. Oops.
Fare thee well. Hopefully, my next post will be about having received notification of publication.
I have a few things in the work. I’m sick right now, but I’m going to try and type up some of my manuscripts. I’m starting to realize the challenges of writing it by hand first, but I really have a hard time being creative on the computer.
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