I have two poems for you today to start off this round of the 30 Day Haiku Project.
three cats, writer wife
snuggle in blankets. gamer
husband plays the keyboard
This is literally what we’re doing this morning—er, afternoon—and it makes me so happy.
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Dear Vox Machina, Enola Holmes, Addie LaRue, and Coco,
You are the stories I’ve shared my last week and this weekend with. You have forever reinforced that stories are hard and heart-breaking, but beautiful and worth every minute spent with them.
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Back where I started my day
Except it’s 9 o’clock at night,
not 6 o’clock in the morning.
I’ve showered and am letting my hair dry before sleep.
Ant’s already in bed. It’s backwards.
I’m so far removed from the emotions of this morning
My head is clearer now than it was then
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We achieved a long-time-comin’ goal and now I’m afraid it’s not good enough.
On May 29th, 2020, Anthony and I wrapped up May’s budget and made our final debt payment on the student loan.
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Day 22 “lessons from quarantine”
here, today, right now
the only moment we have
i’m embracing it
This one came to me while putting away today’s second load of laundry. How do you wrap up an entire 157 days worth of lessons in 17 syllables?
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Day 19 “around the house”
the mattress is out in
the living room. thanks heatwave.
cats are everywhere.
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A weekend of Summer hakius. These three all kind of fit together and bring some of the happier moments of this COVID-19 Summer to light.
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fruit juice with dinner / black coffee in a paper / cup, iced chais with friends
We don’t have a special summer drink, so this is what I came up with for today.
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Day 12 “healing”
our safe comfort zone / as often as we’ve been here / home has been healing
I took an unintentional break yesterday from poetry, as I’m training to cover one of the janitorial groups the company employs. I split my work day and wanted to write yesterday’s haiku then, but I was so tired. Monday I stayed up late reading and then writing a spontaneous blog post.
Also, yesterday’s prompt was a sad one, and I didn’t feel motivated to write more about missing hugs, home games of D&D, seeing my people and watching my babies (nieces, nephews, and goddaughter) grow up, and getting any slices of normalcy back.
So, I decided to skip it altogether and keep plugging along today.
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Dear Lara Jean,
You have revived my love for Young Adult Realistic Contemporary Fiction.
The last YA novel I read was way back in January or February of this year. Seven to eight months between YA novels used to be unheard of. Once I’d heard of Sarah Dessen, Deb Caletti, Lauri Halse Anderson, Gayle Forman . . . there was no turning back.
Granted, this has been my Fantasy year so far.
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Mrs. Writer 