Interviewing hell: A Haiku in Loose Form

Interview brings hope
To those souls who need it most
Please like me, please do

Spring is in the Haiku

It's sixty degrees
I'm wearing flip flops today
And it feels so fab

Insomnia: A Haiku

I should be sleeping
Instead I am still dreaming
Not pleasant ones, dull

Where Have All The Lovers Gone?

Love is Santa Clause
But no presents here, just coal
Adults cease belief

Where Have All The Hippies Gone?

Remember Kent State?
Had burning passion for change
Paper or Plastic?

An ode to daylight savings time in haiku form

Lose an hour fast
Gain it back without the past
Don't look back, glance up.

A Scene from Downtown Phoenix on First Friday (in Seventeen Syllables)

Fire eating, art

Vodka, hot dogs, ultrasounds

Cowbell acid trip

nuns, friars, veggies

Friar Stephen climbed the hill to the nunnery
With a basket of veggies in hand
For he'd lately heard his dear sisters
Complaining of meals that were bland

Sister Catherine, when seeing his bounty
Brought her hands to her cheeks and she said
"Dear brother, I truly must ask you
How you grow tomatoes so rich and so red!"

Said he, "Dear sister, I go out each morning
So early that the birds even hush
And I lift my robes in front of my garden
And these tomatoes are so proper, they blush!"

Some weeks later, Sister Catherine herself
Travelled down to the valley below
To bring a thank you gift to her brothers
For helping their vegetables to grow

Friar Stephen greeted her, asking,
"Dear sister, are your tomatoes much redder?"
Said she, "Dear brother, they haven't changed much
But our cucumbers have never looked better!"

What's for Dinner Farmer Jim?

Homegrown vegetables are healthy and good,

I would eat them every day out of your garden if I could.

Steamed, sautéed, or thrown in a stew,

Raw is my preference when eating with you.

If I get hungry I know where to turn,

Saliva trickles and tastebuds yearn.

For your succulent harvest,

For the most ripe of your goods.

You labor so diligently and I accept your request

To expend all of my efforts in devouring your best.

Before we enjoy the delicious main course,

Calories must be spent with just the right amount of force.

Turn on some music, grab some wine and relax,

With me in the kitchen you’ll never go back.

I will…

Peel your carrot

Marinate your summer squash

Shuck your corn

Choke your artichoke

Stalk your celery

Deep-fry your eggplant

Toss your salad

Braise your zucchini

Roast your peppers

Salt your cucumber

This five course meal just wouldn’t be complete,

Without a climax of something unique, perfect, and sweet.

Dessert will be had in style and warmth,

When peaches and bananas simmer together at last,

A luscious combination that’s sure to go fast.

A plump, juicy cherry is a luxurious treat,

I’ll give you mine now, if you promise to meet

Me tomorrow for another round

Of vegetable worship, I’ll give you the crown!

So come when you’re ready,

And say it loud if you must.

We’ll feast on the Earth’s bounty

It’s in her that we trust.

skin

Your breath 

tickled

the bare

sensitive

 

skin

right there--no...

there...

underneath

skin

no one sees

except at awkward angles

skin

unkissed 

by the sun

Your fingers

teased

tweaked

and the warmth

flooded

convulsed

broke free

i'm the only girl i know

who has

ticklish

(elbows)