daily scribbles

September 11, 2008

I’ve recently started something like a real job and quickly discovered how much excess time it provides me for thinking and scribbling words on paper. This week my housemates increased the amount of enjoyable entertainment in each day by giving me small writing assignments to fulfill. 

This week’s task: write a haiku for each day of the week. 


someone slipped a bomb
in my morning cheerios.
Death tastes delicious.


thirteen stories high,
I spit from the balcony
and wait for the ground.


eyes too wide at dawn
on Christmas morning. Just wait;
movement comes with day.

a sudden ice storm.
the doorknob whispers its warmth
but the lock won’t turn.


sprinting down the street,
five years old in light-up shoes,
chasing a stray ball.


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