Haiku Monday: Ghost

My heart is a wraith;
haunted and caught, tangled in
your sweet barbed-wire love.

My New Part Time Job

I am into 4 days of a 7-day training program that will prepare me to tutor high-level business people with their English skills.

Here is what I hope my first client will look like:

What's Wrong With Harriet Nelson? And Go Occupy Your OWN Street!

My friend Victoria asked me if I'd seen any Occupy Wall Street protesters searching out tycoon residences on the Upper East Side today. I told her no--thankfully. Though I admire sincere protest, I feel about many of the Occupy Wall Street crowd the way I feel about grafitti: it's cluttering up the landscape and appeals to the criminal element. She said I sounded like Harriet Nelson! I don't think she was flattering me, either.

Haiku Monday: Velvet

Fall's golden blanket
drifts down piece by piece, warming
summer's velvet bed.

Haiku Monday: Fog

Bath steam fogs the glass.
The heart you traced is crystal,
though you have faded.

Haiku Monday: Journey

Hand carved oak wagon
Canvas ripples in the wind
and shelters our dreams


Trampled cotton fields
Mangled hearts line the long road
to Appomattox

Haiku Monday: Birth

Orgasmic labor?
Too good to be true, I think.
Like fat-free ice cream.