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    extra special bitter
    hops are bitter. life is bitter. coincidence?

    Tuesday, January 31, 2006

    State of the Union?

    State of the Union —
    what a great name
    for an adult film!

     

    Monday, January 30, 2006

    exercise your haiku muscles

    My winter fog posting was a direct result of this exercise.
    I recommend it to anyone trying their hand at haiku.

     

    winter fog (continued)

    winter fog...
    shadows
    pick through trash

    winter fog...
    the reassuring rumble
    of the train

    winter fog...
    a prank phone call
    from my son

    winter fog...
    did I or did I not
    set the alarm?

    winter fog...
    no one admits
    to leaving out the milk

    winter fog...
    new ways to spin the word
    “democracy”

     

    Sunday, January 29, 2006

    winter fog

    winter fog —
    the streetlights
    are alive

     

    Saturday, January 28, 2006

    winter sun

    winter sun —
    I make two copies
    of my offer letter

     

    Thursday, January 26, 2006

    plugs for the program

    I write a monthly column for the on-line journal GotPoetry.com. It’s a well-organized website with a deliberate leaning toward slam and performance poetry, but the folks there have always given my haiku a genuinely warm reception. Go figure!

    Most recently I’ve written three articles on the subject of haikuness, a word I made up to describe my opinion of what makes a good haiku. I welcome those of you with curiosity (and a few minutes of spare time) to check it out and let me know what you think. By the way, the article Nice Guys Write Haiku will be published in GotPoetry’s upcoming paperback anthology. Stay tuned!

     

    sidewalk ice

    sidewalk ice —
    a dance step I remember
    from Junior High School

     

    Wednesday, January 25, 2006

    dirty snow

    dirty snow —
    my ex-wife’s voice
    on the answering machine

     

    Shakespeare's Wet Dream

    Remember: when writer's block strikes, recycle. This poem was written almost ten years ago...

    I hate you
    blank sheet of paper
    teasing my throbbing pen
    whitewashed whore
    craving my assault
    me knowing that I must
    you knowing that I can’t.
    just remember
    I could kill you
    with a stroke of my pen.
    and then you say
    the magic words:
    “shut up
    and write all over me”

     

    Tuesday, January 24, 2006

    my mother's birthday

    my mother’s birthday —
    I am also
    another year older

     

    missing the train (again)

    missing the train —
    ice clings
    to the wooden handrail

     

    Monday, January 23, 2006

    snow turns to rain

    snow turns to rain —
    I finally see
    my son’s report card

     

    Friday, January 20, 2006

    winter wind

    winter wind —
    telling my boss
    about the new job

     

    Thursday, January 19, 2006

    two-hour meeting

    two-hour meeting —
    my pen runs out of ink
    mid-doodle

     

    Wednesday, January 18, 2006

    Freedom Trail

    Freedom Trail —
    a stray dog sniffs
    a black plastic trash bag

     

    Tuesday, January 17, 2006

    (still) January

    January —
    wiping the road salt
    from my shoes

     

    Monday, January 16, 2006

    northerly wind —
    the flagpole
    whistles


    or

    northerly wind —
    the flagpole whistles
    to itself

     

    Sunday, January 15, 2006

    winter storm watch

    winter storm watch —
    a stray dog crouches
    between dumpsters

     

    Friday, January 13, 2006

    false spring

    false spring —
    a ladybug
    in my salad

     

    friday the thirteenth

    friday the thirteenth —
    a crow flies
    across the moon

     

    winter thaw

    winter thaw —
    the snowman’s
    muddy cheeks

     

    Thursday, January 12, 2006

    rush hour

    rush hour —
    chasing the crows away
    from a dead gull

     

    Wednesday, January 11, 2006

    gibbous moon

    gibbous moon —
    the dog sniffs
    every footprint

     

    Tuesday, January 10, 2006

    line of best fit

    I couldn’t believe my ears
    Then again, I wrote the words myself:
    The myth of chemistry, the practice of alchemy
    The look in your eyes
    As I utter unutterable words
    Before I can speak them
    Before they can make any semblance of sense.
    They were your words, after all
    Your lips, your eyes
    The embodiment of my lies
    In a shimmering mirage
    above my wine glass.

     

    a passing freight train

    a passing freight train . . .
    I suddenly remember
    my mother’s birthday

     

    Monday, January 09, 2006

    January

    January —
    a brown Christmas tree
    on the side of the road

     

    Sunday, January 08, 2006

    just one drink . . .

    just one drink . . .
    her t-shirt reads:
    “you can’t afford me”

     

    Friday, January 06, 2006

    winter night

    winter night —
    half the moon
    under wraps

     

    Thursday, January 05, 2006

    disabled train

    disabled train —
    my reflection
    in scratched plexiglas

     

    Wednesday, January 04, 2006

    Back Bay station

    Back Bay station —
    a well-dressed man
    shouts at his cell phone

     

    Tuesday, January 03, 2006

    getting plowed?

    I can’t decide between these two variations, so I’ll have to post both...
    January —
    the broken-down snow plow
    of my dreams

    sleepless night —
    a broken-down snow plow
    at the end of the road

     

    Monday, January 02, 2006

    January

    January —
    the health club crowded
    with resolutions

     

    Sunday, January 01, 2006

    New Year's Day

    New Year’s Day —
    so many more resolutions
    than last year

     

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