Mother’s Book Nook: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

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

Missing Father’s Day Message: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

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

Saying dont worry/
about you is like saying/
don’t care about you.

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

She wants room without/
temptation. Okay. It won’t/
have much of a view.

When she starts to feel/
too much, too deeply, quickly /
she finds ways to not.

Again, she remains
a quiet woman. What do/
I do to wake her?

The audacity/
of daily poetry has/
overtaken me.

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

She says she wants to/
call and talk. Next, she texts she’s /
sleepy. “Goodnight.” What?!?