curtains opensunny winter day—snow blind
3.11.23
at last unearthing joy when digging through the past
3.1.23
Image, Peggy! I enjoyed counting syllables to create a mini-memoir yesterday but neglected the intent of haiku–to convey one or more images. There’s this going forward joyfully and then realizing something went wrong. That’s writing. Maybe also life. “Early, critical disillusionment is necessary so that at fifteen [sixty-nine] you can write long haiku sequences about…
2.28.23
hardscrabble yearssuitors who couldn’t fathomriches weren’t my bagclerical jobsbeginner librarianbasement apartments Beckley LibraryAusten, Christie, Sayers, Waughweekend companionsgarments on salethey never fit my bodya resigned spinsterone day I met himthe man who made marryingas easy as song
2.27.23
precipitation messages sent between earth and heaven * silver slashing sleet ice strikes my window so many sirens *