Said the Waves to the Moon

waning and waxing ~

inconsistently passing ~

dark, then light, my night ~

though I touch your face or not ~

my tides, you’re ever moving

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Dedicated to my dad, who holds the record for the worst Valentine’s Day present ever given to me – a stiff, ugly stuffed bear with blood-red, coarse hair – a gift that inexplicably made his little girl’s heart beat faster. I haven’t felt his arms around me or heard his voice since I was a teenager. I still have that bear hidden away in a box, and I still feel his love moving my tides, encouraging me daily to keep going.

A Ticking Haiku

minutes are passing ~

shattered the glass to buy more ~

purchased sandy floor

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(Inspired by my son, who seems to have grown inches overnight and now towers over me. I remember when…)

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A Satisfying Tanka

children drop dry crumbs

clumsy with their forks and thumbs

bold house mice feast large

every dear life in my house

fills to the full its belly

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We cannot expect children to thrive on empty stomachs. Please consider donating to your local food pantry and global hunger relief programs today.

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A Warming Tanka

white blankets the earth

frigid air through forest blows

my child with bare legs

while plants sleep tucked under snow

your pants I warm by the fire

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On the coldest days of the year, please remember that someone in your town is homeless.

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