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Unassuming Haiku Musings
Seventeen syllables, give or take a grievance. Small observations pressed flat and dried — the red pen mid-bleed, the morning mid-thought, the indignity mid-stir. The form is ancient and the complaints are modern, which seems a fair trade. House rule: say the little thing exactly, count the syllables loosely, and end before the feeling overstays.
Unassuming Haiku Musings
Give Us A Kiss
A kiss, insisted— the pestering persists, from grandma's puckered lips
Unassuming Haiku Musings
Laundronauts
Clean-dried, unify; Martinizing on the moon. Sweaty Tycho bra.
Unassuming Haiku Musings
A Dash of Devonshire Colic
Her throat did tickle— from pewter, red wine trickled, the lead-lined cup leeched.