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Haiku 18 — April 18

Haiku 18

Some things cross cultures:
love and food and empathy.
Also? Volleyball!

Haiku 17, April 17

Hello, Dear Reader — Welcome to what we’ll call April Revisited, which is like Brideshead Revisited only with a much lower budget and Texan instead of British. Actually it’s nothing like that — I’m just trying to make myself feel better. Because, thanks to a technological snafu (that may have been in part due to, well, ME), half of my National Poetry Month haikus didn’t post!!! Aaaaaaak!! At least that’s how I feel.

So, I’m going to do my best to re-create the month (most of my originals are in my notebook or on my phone) but probably with far fewer photos. Which is ok. I didn’t promise photos. I promised the practice of haiku.

And, I apologize to the one-and-a-half of you who were wondering what happened to my haiku. My April was SO crazy with work and travel and life that I didn’t realize until NOW what had happened. Which is an indication that I need more slow down, more yoga and more haiku in my daily life.

Love to all! And here goes…

Today I made one of the many school visits I’m lucky enough to make each year. It was a funny and moving and surprising thing. It always is. Kids. They keep you guessing. And hopping. And writing.

Haiku 17

Some dreams do come true
like having an audience
in a library

Haiku 16 — April 16, 2017

I am nearing the end of my time with a houseful of teenagers but I gotta tell you —
I love nothing more than a houseful of teenagers.

Passionate, hilarious, surprising, honest, full of love.
I’ll take ’em every chance I can…



Haiku 16

They talk like they sing
No lyrics or liner notes
but with perfect pitch

Haiku 15 — April 15, 2017

We went to a backyard Seder on Friday night and tomorrow’s Easter. Plus, spring! Tis the ecumenical season of reflection and new starts.

Haiku 15

Like an egg, waiting
I am more than a tough shell
I’m tender and bright!

Haiku 14 — April 14, 2017

Haiku 14

Scissors like blue crabs
snip snip snip relentlessly
until my hair’s gone