Micro Poems: No More Hiatus

In an effort to recover the creative-writing-good-joojoo-vibes that have recently gone missing from my daily life, and also to remind myself that I used to write much more frequently, I’ve compiled the few micro poems that I managed to scribble down over the last few months. I hope you enjoy these little ditties, my friends, and forgive me that run-on sentence. Happy reading.

——- May ——-

In the darkness
Museum becomes a vessel

Shimmering, propelling me
Upward and out

Into the moonlight

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Oil from pressed garlic
Spills down thumb, drops into palm
The heated taste of guilt

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the deep end of the holidays: weekly haiku

Friends from out of town, family from down the road, buddy ole’ pals descending from shaking planes… I feel very lucky to have spent the holidays surrounded by loved ones! And to top it all off, it started snowing this morning, as if the earth wanted to end the holidays in style. I hope you all enjoy the haiku, tanka, and micro poems below. Happy Reading, everyone. 


Monday

Open mouths shouting
Calling me ‘too serious’
With closed, clenched fists.
I point out the irony
But receive only cold stares

Tuesday

I hear the plane land
Somewhere in the darkness
Delivering my childhood
With a moonlight smile

photo by annie spratt

Wednesday

Steam rises with the train
Like a metal dragon
Crawling out from
City Gutters and rumbling
Into the fields
Belly low
Hissing

Thursday

Bad manners drown us
Blur our voices out downwind
And dirty. Unforeseen

Friday

Hungover and damp
My attitude resembles
The mop head, overturned
And off color, resting
In a dark and quiet corner

Saturday

Cat fur between thumb
And heart, fluffy as new snow
Falling onto our pillows

photo by octavio fossatti

Sunday

Door opens inward
Delivers visitors into
The heart of breakfast
Bacon launched like arrows
Into our dark,open mouths

micro poems like twinkling lights

photo by Florian Zeh

 Although not an great week for creative writing, this week proved to be wonderful for a lot of other reasons: time with family, fancy wine, timeless literature (I’m finally rereading the Crystal Caves, by Mary Stewart), and twinkling Christmas lights that lit up the sky everywhere I went. I hope your holidays were filled with joy, just like mine. Happy reading everyone.

Monday

Setbacks countered
With pizza and beer
Bowling pins
Crush the negativity
In a slippery
Day-glow sort of mess

Tuesday

Small cheek resting
Here in the crook of my arm
A quiet, fluffy love

Wednesday

Cinnamon coffee
A tempest, swirling clockwise
In rolling waves of cream.
I release the sugar, playing god
With each sweet, gusty granule

Thursday

Apricot cider
Cold in hand, warm in belly
Gold as Christmas Eve

Friday

New cologne saturates
Fills shoulder and shirt
With oak, smoky sequoia
Rising into me

Saturday

I unlock the door
Walking into the new year
With keys in hand
Petty armor clasped tight

Sunday

Cheerios float
Inside my bowl like small boats,
Raising their sails
Navigating to the ends
Of another flattened world


In case you’re wondering, this is week 11 of  my daily adventures in writing teensy, tiny poems