one-line linked haiku
marlene mountain jean jorgensen
one-line linked haiku february 6-24 2001
late winter in a mountain hollow where else would i wanna be
dancing in the Follies Bergere
'young girl' somehow means any female until she's lost her 'looks'
juggling clown washes off his makeup
rough hands from the earth a small butterfly which needs no name
city woman trying to look casual in the country bar
movie stars wed the house a sea of cream colored roses pink satin bows
finally in one of the bare trees a nuthatch meets its voice
full moon below the grain-filled bird feeder jack rabbit cleaning up spills
just to jump in the pickup and be in the valley
morning ritual yoga exercises reading a book by candlelight
eating patterns of hannibal embedded in his body
nephew's baptism how much water to wash away the sins of man?
not a plan in sight the darkness just beginning
Vienna under the stars driving for hours just looking for this hotel
by an old apple tree fresh dirt at the mouth of a den
mother cat all five kittens hauled under the old house safe from the dogs
scratch 'imus in the morning' stupid talk in any time zone
off to mexico in a big plane 'our' non-prez of the united states of america
feeling a little better she shops for a new bicycle
just tips of the tulips my 'bigfoot' toes larger than the deer's 'bigfoot' toes
laughing my head off 'cause it feels so good
money to be had in haikuland if you know a path to take someone down
Mom works the bingo Dad plays the horses
cold wind across the swollen creek dishes in the sink remain in the sink
skies so blue sun so bright and warm
computer drawings the two-peaked mountain shape always a red
he mulls over a crossword puzzle leaves it blank
top network execs before a government committee free air time to brag/lie
'nya, nya . . . teacher's pet' schoolgirl taunted by her 'peers'
forthcoming provincial election voting for the working man's party . . . maybe
counterspy in the infamous paranoid building
viewing blood samples under the microscope the Ebola virus
hard to appreciate past eons the bias of 'manthropology'
first snow since Christmas buried in its white purity . . . airborne pollutants
more women with depression than men duh
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