a haiku a day

College acceptance letters

gimble — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 09:02:08 +0000

Envelope size, thick
or thin. We look for clues, don’t
like to be surprised .

gimble — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 08:55:27 +0000

Food goes bad, beer flat.
But words on a blog are fresh
to new readers’ eyes.

gimble — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 08:48:45 +0000

like a song title
you can’t recall, like the name
of your first grade friend

gimble — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 08:43:22 +0000

Earthy smell of fresh
mud awakens winter-dulled
senses like coffee.

gimble — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 08:28:42 +0000

She calls, panicked, freaked.
Can’t breathe, can’t focus, can’t write.
I soothe, long distance.

gimble — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 08:22:55 +0000

Bad trim, worse blow dry.
Pitying looks from strangers.
Do I cut and run?

gimble — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 08:15:06 +0000

Neglected, ignored.
Like faithful dogs, blogs wait for
their masters’ return.

gimble — Thu, 23 Sep 2010 07:15:44 +0000

Some days she doesn’t
fit into her skin, too young
to be old this soon.

gimble — Thu, 23 Sep 2010 07:11:08 +0000

What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.

gimble — Thu, 23 Sep 2010 07:05:01 +0000

I type in a dim
dark room listening to surf.
There’s an app for that.