Feeding Our Brains: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

If you won’t feed me,/
allow me in your kitchen./
Let me help you cook.

What We Remember: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

Strange how memory/
is stronger around heartache./
Remember joy, too.

I remember once/
thinking I knew something harsh./
I only felt pain.

She suddenly and/
completely would vanish, and/
I never knew why.

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

Roses pink, red, white
and yellow bloom in my yard.
Memories of you.

What can-should I do/
to undo the guilty you/
and provide hot goo?

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?