T-Mo Halloween

fewer people in
costumes this year; but I left
before the children

plain

momentarily
I consider a costume
the spirit passes

@ Barbara & Taru's

the mysteries of
the pomegranate revealed
ruby sweet-tart seeds

recluse

I can easily
go the whole weekend speaking
to no one but Wil

I feel like I keep
writing the same haiku; how
art imitates life

bleak

I can't keep this up
I can't even bear to post
these gloomy haiku

eleven weeks

if six to twelve was
really eight to ten, then we
are now overdue

6:30 a.m. - 10:00 p.m.

long, exhausting day
arriving early at work,
staying late at school

Tato & Tufty

surrounded by the
furry souvenirs of our
journey together

lonely

yesterday was a
reminder of simgle life --
but worse, without Wil

Rita & Shane

family and friends
in overlapping circles
support your union

Friday

another long week
crossed off the calendar; still
no news from London

Lady Constance Lytton

jailed for her beliefs
carving a bloody V for
votes into her chest

clocks

the endless ticking
slowly marking time until
together again

samba

sadly my joyous
feelings dissipate too fast
when the drumming stops

grey

trudging through the day
each morning more difficult
to get out of bed

slip

a momentary
lapse of concentration and
I fall to my knees

things what go WHUMP in the night

will insomnia
be my constant companion
despite the new roof?

red tape

crossing off the days
serving this tiresome sentence
feeling imprisoned

hopeless

why do I write these
when I now seem to lack the
energy to post?

usability class

working with Tracy
and Leslie -- feeling happy
about our project

x-rays

standing motionless
clutching the lead body shield
knees frozen in time

Janelle

such joy in dancing
inspires my creaky knees
feeling the rhythm

long weekend

restless energy
feeling trapped, maddened by the
slowly ticking clock

Skype isn't enough

tense, quiet, moody
readjusting to leading
our separate lives

TGIF?

one week has gone by
not even an entire month
empty weekend looms

i (heart) carol

glimmer of sunshine:
my new samba instructor
she's an otter, too

wednesday

settling into
a dreary routine; one day
much like another

office

corner cubicle
secluded, quiet; still I
cannot keep focused

jet lag

dry-eyed, wide awake
exhausted but still sleepless
hearing the clock tick

farewell

where did two months go?
poster children for Einstein's
relativity