what IS that funky ass smell?
oh, it’s my own head
backyard apple tree
Fuji with aspirations
of being Fiji
Our apple tree molted in this particular pattern this year. The recent snow made it all the more apparent that it’s been looking at the neighbor’s palms and dreaming big dreams.
sometimes I miss you
even though you’re exactly there
because you won’t be
Note: I drove home alone from the beach today, up Hwy 101 from Manzanita to Hwy 26. It’s a corridor like the ones characters in movies drive through to show that they’re leaving one part of their life behind and approaching another. With the “Stranger Things” soundtrack as my own personal backdrop, I let tears roll for the last first day of kindergarten, and the piece of me that will bounce off into the world in the most official of ways. I call this process pre-mourning. It doesn’t seem to help, really, but it’s a bit like those patent medicines that claim to shorten your cold. Prove it didn’t!
Also: I know, I know, I counted the middle line on my fingers, too. Remember, it’s “Bad” Haiku Corner.
Long day. If you are posting Back to School pictures, well, good for you.
I thought it was me
but then your Dear Jane letter
was in Comic Sans
I used Comic Sans for years as my professional e-mail font. While it may have been seen as a clever manipulation meant to tempt people to underestimate me, it was really because I thought it looked nice and I had no idea. It sort of worked either way. Now I’m getting attached to Ebrima, which probably telegraphs that I’m a circus clown, or that I’ve been underwater for the last 40 years. *shrug* I like it.