In Solitude, Maturing: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

When I was younger,/
I thought being alone was/
bad, but I’ve grown up.

Meteor Shower Tonight: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Dear God: I ached in/
Seattle’s clouds for decades./
Show me clear night skies.

I need ten people/
to like my car dancing to/
make up for one jerk.

The English major/
in me says: “Since when did you/
need our permission?”

My mother started/
to shrink at Stonehenge, but then/
moved to Wisconsin.

In honor of my/
child and her mom, I let the/
Harlem Shuffle play.
OR
In honor of my/
daughter, I didn’t turn off/
the Harlem Shuffle.

They minister to/
us, because we minister/
to them: A fair trade.

When the temple’s closed/
for cleaning, the feeling’s not/
the same. They aren’t there.

Long before I knew/
that she was Miss Anything,/
I wanted to ask.

OR
Long before I knew/
she was missing anything,/
I wanted to ask.

If everyone is/
singing and writing about/
pain, you’re not alone.