Haiku du jour

warm, wet wall of heat
under a cloudless blue sky -
summer is here now.


Michigan summers begin so abruptly that spring seems optional. It made for a beautiful Memorial Day weekend.

38G - Tanka du jour

i can't find pretty
in 38G, she said
no lace, no colors, no pearls -
why less for the bloom,
and more for the bud?


At dinner, a friend of mine not only revealed her bra size, she also revealed that if she finds her size, the underpinnings are boring and dull. I was shocked. Girls need pretty, bras are for girls, why on earth make a bra that isn't pretty? Why condemn the buxom to blah, industrial stuff while the lesser blessed get Victoria's Secret? Another great cosmic wrong in women's wear.

Gray rain - Haiku du jour

a gray rain washes
clean green grass and black asphalt
to start a new day

Lilies - Haiku du jour

my lilies stretch tall
eccentric and demanding-
divas-in-waiting

The lilies look like alien pod creatures or jungle plants - spikey leaves on still squat stems in the not-quite-tidy bed. One - horrors - has been nibbled on. The protective fence is now up - this is war.

Haiku du jour

i miss the classic
corsages mothers once wore-
banners in the breeze.

I hope all your Mother's Days went well. Mine did. And, once again, it only took fifteen minutes to eat. A family talent, I think.

Haiku du jour

a ragged pine bough
tossed by the rough, endless wind-
calm on the green ground


A friend of mine lost a relative this week. My thoughts and prayers are with her and her family.

Haiku du jour

my dough rises up
as round as a mushroom cap,
fragrant with promise



There's a lot to be said for bread-making. I don't have to get in the car, and it's more than an edible napkin. No preservatives needed

Haiku du jour

the ducks come with spring -
stepping lightly on my lawn,
being neighborly


An adorable pair of mallard ducks come to town in the spring. It's fun to see them walk around with their orange feet, sometimes the brightest objects on a rainy day. The male was curled up in a nice puddle the other day - the one in the middle of the road. I'm glad I live in a quiet subdivision.

Haiku du jour

blooms grace every branch
gasoline prices skyrocket -
new love for my bike


SS - sticker shock. I don't want to be a whiny American, but I do have sticker shock.

Michigan madness

April snow cuts our
flip-flopped feet like crystal blades
geez - it's Spring, dammit.

If you're somewhere in Michigan sometime after February, and you see someone dashing across a store parking lot in shorts and flip-flops, no, we're not crazy. We're just defiant.

Spring is springing

Green fresh wet earth smell,
the world unfurls its blossoms -
I pick up dead twigs


Spring is both pretty and horrendous. Beautiful blooms are mixed with the demands of yard work. So much to do, outdoors.

My film debut

one half hour on film -
I speak my lines, take my cues
wow, it's happening


I, a non-actor, was invited to act in a locally-produced horror flick. My director shared a clip with me on Saturday. The story is interesting, and I want to see more - film to be released soon. I still can't believe I didn't end up on the cutting room floor.