Anti
I’m just tired from a week of travel and trying to wrangle a recently-neutered puppy. Have a haiku I wrote to the November Poem a Day prompt “anti” a few years ago. It’s definitely representative of how I feel right …
The Orphan
Like many women my age, I grew up on a lot of “orphan fiction,” for lack of a better term. Anne of Green Gables is the most pertinent example, but of course there were plenty of Dickensonian orphans before Anne …
These Hands
That semester I had loaded all of my classes onto Tuesdays and Thursdays, running on Tuesdays from I think 9 in the morning all the way to 9 at night. That front-loading is how I will always remember it was …
This Is What We Call the Muppet Show
The Muppets have been part of my life for basically all of it in some form or other. Hands down, I know them best from A Muppet Christmas Carol, but we had their Season 1 and Season 2 records as well …
Demons, I Name You
This comes from a prayer journal. I don’t recall the immediate context, but it feels like an opposite of the Armor of God. I’ve made strides in a lot of these, I think, especially bitterness and negativism, but some of …
Metaphorical
Getting a puppy has been amazing, but also insanely stressful. Things are slowly getting better, but the number of times I’ve had to keep him from, say, eating literal garbage is not small. Me being me, of course I see …
Moon
I feel a little like I’m cheating today, since I’m only posting one haiku. Hopefully the story makes up for it. One of my earliest memories is actually of a dream—a nightmare at the time—where I was locked outside our …
Katamari
I was looking in my archives for a ridiculous poem to publish today. I chose this one because even I was taken aback by the surprisingly serious turn. I wrote this when the Katamari Damacy games were probably in their …
Target
Today’s sonnet comes from last November’s poem a day challenge. The prompt was Target. I’m not particularly a Target shopper/fangirl, but I can definitely relate to needing to get away sometimes, and especially to purchasing random junk to self-soothe under …
In the Soundbooth
At the church where I grew up, my dad volunteered to run the church soundboard. To get there, you had to climb a ladder in the library to a small platform—kind of scary, and definitely breaking all sorts of accessibility …