sjrozan

On, as Michael pointed out, what should be an in-between weekend for the haiku project, I find I miss it if I don't do a few. Since this weekend is anomalous, though -- for those of you who missed that post, the haiku are moving to Saturday to accommodate Sunday morning basketball -- I'm bending one of my personal rules, the one that calls for the week's haiku all to be written at, and about, one brief moment in time.

Yesterday:

Gray flakes sliding down
Through pale sky brighten to white
Against dark water.

Last night:

Champagne corks, kisses;
I go home, on train with kids
Headed for next bar.

Today:

Early morning streets
Spare but not empty, muted
But never silent.

Happy new year, youse all. May 2006 bring us all closer to peace, and bring each of you closer to wherever it is you want to be.

sjrozan I'm a writer, at work on my 11th book. This blog is a record of random and less-random thoughts. If you want to know more about me, check my website, linked here. I also had a blog going from spring through late fall 2004 about the publishing process for my 9th book, ABSENT FRIENDS. That blog's called "Progress" and you can find the link here. I won't make any more entries but I'm leaving it up in case anyone's interested; the process is more or less the same from book to book.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (4)		2006-01-01 4:51 PM Old habits die hard On, as Michael pointed out, what should be an in-between weekend for the haiku project, I find I miss it if I don't do a few. Since this weekend is anomalous, though -- for those of you who missed that post, the haiku are moving to Saturday to accommodate Sunday morning basketball -- I'm bending one of my personal rules, the one that calls for the week's haiku all to be written at, and about, one brief moment in time. Yesterday: Gray flakes sliding down Through pale sky brighten to white Against dark water. Last night: Champagne corks, kisses; I go home, on train with kids Headed for next bar. Today: Early morning streets Spare but not empty, muted But never silent. Happy new year, youse all. May 2006 bring us all closer to peace, and bring each of you closer to wherever it is you want to be. Read/Post Comments (4) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top