When you wish upon a star...

Take care when wishing.

Sometimes the worst thing can be

getting what you want.

(As requested by Ryan)

January is salad and smoothie month

All it takes to cry
irrational, endless tears
is too much sugar.


(As requested by @hello_heather)

Emotional Literacy 101

Turn away and shrug.
Writing on the wall doesn't
get more clear than this.

Purrrrr...

I keep a straight face

but inside I'm secretly

smiling at myself.

Mais je ne regrette rien.

In the rush to leave,

I may have overdone it.

Too sexy for work.

Winter hibernation.

Shut-down mode takes hold.

I feel my gaze draw inward.

And hey, it's ok. 

And so it goes.

Raw disappointment
fades with hard-won knowledge of
future potential.

So close to me but so far away.

Hearing her heart break

on the phone, from this distance -

My own heart broke, too.

You can't have too many sad days in a row.

With a gentle touch

a cautious optimism

quietly steps forth.

But I still brought it for all y'all.

I find handsomeness

most elusive when I don't 

have to leave my house. 

So far, so good!

Typical first day:
Information overload.
Imma rock this job!

Cruel inaction

Sometimes silence is

more painful, more cruel than sticks, 

stones, or even words.

My November's better than your November

Morning walk to work.

Sunshine, coat open, bare neck.

Take that, Calgary.

(For @mmmbutters - who asked me to write a haiku about how much better the weather is where I live, compared to where she lives. )

Meredith

As requested by @NEWSBOYCALLSEN - a haiku about his wife, Meredith.

Million dollar smile.

Sweet as sugar, tough as nails.

Gorgeous Meredith.

That's a lot to think about.

In just one weekend,

three profound epiphanies:

time very well spent.

It is what it is.

That moment when you

want to let go but feel so

fragile you just can't.

.

This too shall pass

I sip my coffee,

tasting the bitter feeling

I've lost my mojo.

Too many of my loved ones are far away.

More than just fonder;

Distance makes the heart grow large

with a lonely ache.

It might be bronchitis.

Hot lemon relief:

For when you're tired of tasting

your own goddamned phlegm.

O, online shopping.

For just a moment

I stop and consider a 

cobra mini skirt.

I'll get right on that.

It's true. I have been
Neglecting haiku writing.
Sorry: lifesplosion.

My heart in her hands.

Her sweet little voice

Reaches right into my heart.

My girl shines so bright.

I've had better months

Some days are nothing
But a kick in the gut and
A reason to cry.

Just sometimes. Not all the time.

OK fine: it's true.
Though the move east has been great
I miss Alberta.

Last night's dinner. Today's regret.

Bacon cheeseburger:
You seemed like a good idea
but wow you were not.

June is social anxiety month

Years of practice make
a recovered shy person
seem almost normal.

Tonight, we dance!

Few things better than
Sweet anticipation of
wine, women and song.

I never thought I'd say this but...

Once, I sneered. But now,

I reluctantly admit:

Bublé grew on me.

Mental shift.

Instead of asking
am I right for this?  I ask
is this right for me?

One year after the cap and gown...

School is to real life
as grape flavour is to grapes:
Pale simulation.

Circumstance is a bitch.

I know what I want
but can't just up and claim it.
Patience: not my strength.

The downside of summer.

Hot muggy morning.
The bus is a symphony
Of strangers' armpits.

Pretty Little Path of Destruction.

It’s a good outfit

When my over-the-shoulder smile

Makes a grown man blush.

Nothing to see here, folks.

If you see me smirk,

It’s because I’m now certain

That was effin’ weird.

And that's just fine by me.

Today's plans derailed

By a little girl needing

Snuggles and kisses.

What makes me tick...

Telling it best is

Much more important to me

Than telling it first.

It's a style thing.

I have a weakness

For a tall slick pompadour

And a crooked sneer. 

What do you expect?

When you are not here

I wear your softest hoodie

And eat your choc'late.

Awake and Haiku!

Days without haiku.
So many little moments
Of poetry missed!

Basking in the afterglow.

If no one has said
"You are beautiful" today,
Let me be the first.

Kisses for Everyone!

Bright warm light after
So many cold dim grey days.
I'm drunk on sunshine.

May all your charms be lucky

Tiny silly hat
Perched jauntily on my head.
Drink till I'm Irish!

A convincing facsimile.

I look convincing
But the terrifying truth:
I'm a fake grown-up.

For DAve - Soup Haiku!

As requested.

O you ain't never
Enjoyed a belly so warm.
I make damn good soup.

I really ought to know better.

So much beer... Why? Why?
I feel so bloated. And yet
I regret nothing.

For Caroline A. - Baby haiku

Caroline requested a haiku on "the development of a wee baby from birth to one year old."

From wide-eyed no words
To laughing force of nature
Just 12 months transform.  

Haiku for Steph - G(g)od(s) and agriculture

Steph's haiku request: Polytheism vs Monotheism and how it affects agriculture

Whether it's One God
Or various deities,
Cows still need milking.

Swoon...

Nothing is hotter
Than a stylish brainiac
Talking nerdy talk.

Revolutionize the newsroom!

For some strange reason
My daily group hug idea
Has been rejected.

Om nom nom.

If brie took human
form, I would propose marriage
Immediately.

Handsome Tuesday teaches us...

Lovely ladies like
Another lovely lady
Sporting a necktie.



I just want to make it through one cup.

Bleak winter persists
Leafless trees scratch pale grey skies
Cold - like my coffee.

Sick of being sick.

You don't really know
how much breathing through your nose
means until it's gone.

Buried under to-do lists.

It is a sad day
When the work is piled so high...
too slammed for haiku.

Dance, magic. Dance!

O, Bowie. You and
Your skin tight Goblin King pants.
Pre-teen reverie.

This is my work face.

O, cold cruel Monday
Here you are. And so serious. 
I lack grown-up cred.

Blush.

I smile and assert
There is nothing at all wrong
With a little crush.

Le pout. Le sigh.

Girl's night plans just tanked.
Also: working late.  See this?
It's my pouty face.

Close to my heart

It is amazing
How much brain matter I have
Devoted to shoes.

Big hair. Small mind.

O, little Bieber
Your teeny tiny notions
Fill me with scorn.  Twit.

Eau de WTF?

The bus is crowded.
I sit, silently bearing
the fragrant assault.

If it's wrong, I don't wanna be right.

Okay, I'll admit
I think it's quite sexy when
guys wear eyeliner.

Strombo's The Hour - now entirely in haiku!

I have my own blog.
When will CBC call me?
I am an expert.

The Internet is for Stalking Your Friends

I'm in your f-book
Creepin' your profile pictures.
[Wicked little grin.]

Flu recovery

Delicate stomach.
Cheeseburgers and tequila:
Off today's menu.

Be Mine

I find romance is
Most romantic when it is
Not on a schedule.

TV on. Brain off.

Can one woman watch
Too much L-Word in one day?
Seduced by Netflix.

Running a fever

Sickly little one -
Nobody slept much.  Today:
Snuggles and movies.

night time is for thinky thoughts

Late night winter walk,
Heels clicking sidewalk rhythm.
Clear head and clear heart.

Karaoke is a way of life

Have you ever heard

A hot chick belt out Zepp’lin?

You will lose your mind.

Aftermath of a week night out part deux

A princess band-aid.
Beneath it, an injured thumb.
Bowling's not for wimps.

Aftermath of a week night out

Morning comes quickly -
Last night's triumph no comfort.
I am running late.