Seattle Ragtop Rain: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

What’s worse than ragtops/
in Seattle? Having a/
bad mem’ry in rain.

Kitchen Cheesed Off: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Rant

In being told to /
clean up the cheesed kitchen, I/
am, myself, cheesed off.

Someone hurled under/
his bed. It wasn’t found ’til,/
fin’lly, life moved him.

Conjecturing what something’s about
won’t tell you what it’s about
until it comes about.

And once you find out
what it’s about
give me a shout
and we can talk it out
(’cause you’ll know what it’s about
without
a doubt).

Mere mortals we are/
not. What if we treat each one/
we meet as a great?

My mother’s bookcase/
shrinks from room-sized to notepad./
Her book list explodes.

Every Father’s Day/
there’s one message missing. This/
year, it’s not his child’s.

In Dutch town they run/
out of fresh buttermilk on /
Saturday mornings.

The audacity/
of daily poetry has/
overtaken me.

Tomorrow’s parade/
holds amazing potential./
Why then do I fear?