How can I ‘splain what/
Whippin’ Post felt like on a/
sweaty night up North?
Tag Archives: Kuhns
How I’ll Stay Safe: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
I learned this great Truth: /
Serving in His House daily /
directs me safely.
Words Unspoken, Released: Romantic IMprov Haiku
Dare I pen words so/
long pent up, feelings silenced?/
Too late! They’ve escaped!
What’s Incomplete? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
We may often think/
we’ve thought incomplete thoughts, which/
aren’t, once they’re written.
Tails And Tales Of Trails Not Traveled: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
She rode back in my /
life. Would she have Cowgirl’d up?/
Let me tug her hair?
Celebratory Dances Help Me Feel Joy: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Watching my friend dance,/
I felt my mouth’s corners turn/
upward once again.
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(To read the backstory behind the totem raising, click here for the totem raising story)
Mothers Day, 2017, Tribute: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Prose
I texted this to a friend early this morning. As I wrote this, deep in my thoughts were the way my own birth Mother raised me until 10, and how she has been my roommate for the last 6 years; my Mom, who took over raising me through the tough tween and teen years, and who was such a great friend and companion to my father for more than 55 years (and still counting! ); and the mother of my children, who was my friend and companion for decades, and who has continued to love, support and sustain our children.
I think it applies to almost every mother I know, and so, even though I’m not mentioning you by name, I hope you will feel honored this Mother’s Day. And thank you!
Motherhood may start at the birth of children. Some may think it ends when those children leave the nest, but true compassionate mothers continue to provide spiritual, physical, emotional, and mental support and stability and stay connected to their children throughout their life.
You are doing that with your children, and so, on this Mother’s Day, I honor you and respect you and uplift you and wish you a happy and joyful Mother’s Day.
Waking Up Sick: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
My eyes are caked shut./
The only vision I have/
is what God shows me.
Not Passive Aggressive, Are They? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
My poems aren’t meant to/
be passive aggressive, but/
to some they may be.