the Dow drops —
I pick up a penny
from the sidewalk

Restless Blog Syndrome

At first, it was a tale of two blogs:
one dedicated exclusively to haiku; the other to stream-of-consciousness prose, insipid minutiae, unsolicited observations and extemporaneous rants. That’s the way it is now — and I’m not happy with the deliberate isolation. My observations in prose naturally lend themselves to haiku: segregating the two often leads to two incomplete portraits instead of one. Better to combine them, methinks.

Not long ago, I did exactly this, but with a twist: a haiku-only blog, and then a blog consisting of the same haiku — plus everything else, but this seemed to involve so much unnecessary duplication.

So here’s my proposal to myself: fold the current haikupoet.com - the blog into the current Extra Special Bitter, and ultimately redirect the former to the latter. Flames and arrows are henceforth cheerfully solicited.

longest day —
the sign in big black letters reads:
LOST CAT

full moon —
my granddaughter touches
my silver hair

Righteous takes the wheel

crowded train —
her snake tattoo
scowls at me

train running late
I almost cheat
at solitaire

waiting for the train
wilted peonies
in a wine bottle

hot summer night —
the dog’s breath
against my leg

DWUI

she sniffs a mangled shrub
as if her last breath depends on it.
only when I yank on the leash
does she pull away.

this obsession over worthless objects —
is it a sign of intelligence,
or something much more primal?

unselfconsciously
she squats to mark the spot.
intelligence.

subprime