being
draft eternal
I was going to punctuate this one, but then it would be finished — and finished pieces are just too easy to interpret.
to, not from
*
today I felt the need,
the need to move away;
this place is much too close
and reeks of yesterday.
you say I should prefer
to outlast, to endure
– not clamor to escape
the demons at the door;
but it’s not the same as running –
there’s a diff’rence between flight
and the things you have to do
to get back to the light.
meet the new boss
getting by
*
I’m trying something new this month — posting photos of haiku. It started on a whim yesterday, but a couple favorable responses had me thinking I might keep it up for a little while.
Today’s haiku, “getting by,” is written on my favorite cotton letter-writing paper from Crane & Co (as you may be able to tell if you see the watermark in the lower left corner of the image). Yesterday’s was on a page from a Moleskine cahier. I don’t know which I prefer for this venue, but I’d love to hear an opinion or two on the matter.
I’m torn on whether or not to make this photo thing a permanent practice, so any readers looking to wield a bit of undue influence over me, this is your chance. Also, in case you don’t like the photo, or you can’t make out my chicken scratch, the word-processed version is below. read more
molting
scratching the surface,
we’re struggling to shed the skin
of our dysfunction
cocoon
getting left behind
is sometimes necessary
- cocoons understand.
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