Haiku du jour

Like a stubborn root
Breaking through concrete and mud
I want what I want.

Haiku du jour too

My rambunctious hair
Is partly Albert Einstein,
Part Dita von Teese.

Haiku du jour

Fog blankets my world
Forcing us to creep slowly,
Gentled by the mist.

Haiku du jour

The Bride in Kill Bill
Seeks her sharp-bladed revenge
Will not be denied.

Haiku du jour

Did Desdemona
Love her Othello until
All her air ran out?

Haiku du jour

I love my java
Accompanied by whipped cream
Wake up, brain - show time!

Haiku du jour

Bright blue sunny skies
Riotous, colorful leaves
Come on out and play!

Haiku du jour, too

Say Yes to the Dress
My secret white beaded vice
Groom not required

Haiku du jour

The leaves are tired
Yellowed, mottled, rain covered
Soon they will fly free

Haiku du jour

A warm breeze like spring
Ruddy leaves and icy skies
Autumn crosses lines.

Haiku du jour

Cool liquid amber
Despite traffic and people
I will come for you.

Haiku du jour again

Croaking, my voice fades
Winter settles in my throat
Think, and stay quiet

Haiku du jour

Liquid scarlet arc
A woman greeting her day
Lipstick has power

Haiku du jour

The dead squirrel lies
On the ground as if asleep
Plumy tail stretched long

Yet another Haiku du jour

Detroit's a gumbo
A melange of far-away names
Gritty exotica

Haiku du jour

Michigan gray skies
Calming, they wrap around you
Like an old sweatshirt

Another Haiku du jour (I missed a few)

A sleepy gray day
Dark, rainy, cold, and sluggish
Wants to sleep in, too.

Haiku du jour

Gray skies are the best
Backdrop for bright autumn leaves
They blaze like jewels

Haiku du jour

Cold fresh air outside
Intrudes inside, tweaks my nose
Time to fill the gaps

Haiku du jour

Wind tearing through trees
Rustling leaves, shaking branches
Autumn rushes in

Haiku du jour

Zombies have it made
One clear lust marching them on
We remain in fog

Haiku du jour

Flower and pollen,
Bee and tank, bottle and glass,
Mead fires the blood

Haiku du jour

Sheets of rain without
Warm cloud of blankets within
Autumn's gentle gift

My stupid hair (Part 1 of many)

I am an idiot.

I am growing out my hair from a very short cut, because I decided I want girl hair.

Girl hair is hair long enough to move, hair that acts as an anchor for artistic hair toys, hair that can be shaped into many shapes. Hair that may draw the eye of eligible bachelors. Girl hair.

Unfortunately, unless my hair is very short or very long, it is Albert Einstein hair - on steroids. It is "why-doesn't-she-do-something" hair. I am way, way into the ugly phase. I am at that point where no headband, no gel will make my hair look less deranged. I just have to accept it. And I do, even when it morphs after lunch into new and more irritating forms. It just what my stupid hair does.

Sticking out all 'round,
A horrible display.
Growing my hair sucks.