Crushed ice. James Taylor./
Jack and Diane. Cruel mem’ries/
in a cold Flagstaff.
Category Archives: Writing
Arguing With God (Part 2): Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
“Oh, no! That’s too young!”/
she said. “So, you will argue/
with God’s own Prophet?”
Conversation with Mom’s friend after President Monson of the LDS Church said male missionaries could go on missions at 18 years old, and women at 19 years old.
No Poetic Expression: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I write. A lot. I was trying to write a long poem to read as a toast to my oldest son and his new bride (aka my newest daughter!). Nothing came to mind. Finally, I realized this:
No poetry can/
express how I feel gaining/
a daughter like you.
Or (because I realized to applied to each of my children):
No poetry can express
the joy felt having children
such as you all are.
Giving Out Guilt: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
I try to avoid
giving out guilt. I have so/
much I’m good at it.
Being Ashamed: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
People who should be/
ashamed are folks who are bad,/
not those who try hard.
Close By Distance: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament
Although we’re now near,/
for as distant as we are/
it could be Texas.
Writing Cool Cyrillic Poetry: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
I wish I could write /
poetry that looks as cool/
as Без названия does.
Sparkly Skinny Jeans Cowboy: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
I just saw a tough /
cowboy in sparkly skinny/
jeans. That seems so wrong.
Not Sedate About The Debate: Revolutionary IMproVerse Rhyming Haiku
I’m not too sedate/
to watch the debate. It’s late./
And I’m just too tired.
OR
I’m just too dang tired.
Cheerleader Dreams: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
A cheerleader dream
Came true decades later and
Helped me find myself.
OR
The dream of a young
cheerleader came true decades
later and changed me.