In honor of spring I am growing new poetic flowers for you here- leaving my bare bones haiku exploration in winter and branching out into new poetic territory. Or something.
You Bees Can Keep It
That yellowish haze must be following me
As it blows from the mountains and out to the sea
Its grains make me sneeze
And while appealing to bees,
I’d just as soon forget it’s the sperm from a tree
Open Letter to the Two Women I Saw Today Wearing Twilight T-Shirts
Vampire novels are appealing to many, ‘tis true
Twilight, Dracula, and True Blood, just to name a few
But grown women clearly of means
Walking around in clothes clearly for teens-
Oh girls, those shirts just don’t suit you.
Open Letter to the Man Waiting For My Parking Space at Trader Joe's
My hands are full as you can plainly see
I’ve got loads of groceries and a toddler with me
So sit there and glare
Because I really don’t care
In fact, now I’m going to do this slower- heehee!