The Genius And The Muse: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

She called him genius,/
but he knew that in her lay the/
greater blessing: Muse.

Where Women Are: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

She hides in bushes,/
by paths, wanting to explore/
but never daring.

The way the evening’s/
clouds overlapped each other/
made me dream of us.

Not having enough/
time ends when you decide it/
is going to end.

I vow not to “face”/
another week. Instead, I’ll /
embrace and seize it!

Even though you know/
you don’t appreciate things/
until you don’t have them,/
you really don’t./
Like breathing.

It feels strange to have /
a teen admonish me: “Make/
good choices!” He’s right!

How can I say I’m/
sorry for what we did and/
that we must repent?

The knowledge I’ll take/
with me is not science or/
math. It’s how to love.

I had never seen/
her not smiling. It was hard/
to recognize her.