Category Archives: 17 Syllables

An apology to foodies with a nod to William Carlos Williams

This is just to say that I have never not once given out raisins for Halloween Forgive me they are so dry and so disappointing to those tiny hopeful trick-or-treaters (phew. It turns out I’m not the only one).

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Farm Bill Update in 10 Haiku

Okay, so following last week’s plea to have folks contact their reps in support of the Kind-Flake amendment to the Farm Bill, I never gave the update about the House debate and vote. News-wise, it’s been done elsewhere very well, … Continue reading

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Kitchen Haiku

1. Why I Burned The Onions Merrie sobs, broken. Her snowman: fallen. Elsewhere, the baby wakes. Wails. 2. After This, Chaos Damn. I can’t plop her on the floor as I stir. Now, Baby opens drawers. 3. I Try to … Continue reading

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