We Know You Better: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

This piece is based on my daughter’s photo and comments at the Seattle Art Museum photo exhibit: http://portraits.site.seattleartmuseum.org/portfolio/camilla/
The people who once/
knew you do not find you the/
way you find yourself.

Danger Of Poetic Writing: Romantic Email Rhyming Haiku

You write a woman/
a sonnet, with all your thoughts/
upon it, and “poof”.

I’m cracking pine nuts/
with my mom. She complains of /
old age. I don’t mind.

Living on the lake, /
there’s lots I could do, but just/
one thing I should do.

Four toothbrushes. One,/
blue, mine. Three, red, dad’s. Why did/
he grab the blue one?

The question isn’t/
if writing’s good or bad, but/
if it feeds your soul.

You may teach a man/
to fish, but if he won’t go/
where they swim, he’ll starve.

My daughter: Before/
she ran with wolves, she danced with/
salmon, spied turtles.

Her long departure/
caused him to wonder where she’d/
gone and to do what.

He imagines hugs/
of him, spiritual giant,/
safely holding her.