blue jay robbing

blue jay robbing
the feeder–
“what a pretty bird”
my husband who hates
birds says, surprised

scriptfrenzy

Scriptwriting has been keeping my haiku-mind busy this past month. I’ve just signed up for a scriptwriting frenzy and hope that this focus will help me churn out the feature length script I’ve been plotting by the end of April. So, this year, I will not be writing a poem a day next month. I may just put the blog on haitus…not that I’ve been posting much..until my scripts are done. You have to write 100 pages for the frenzy (I also want to write a short film…less than 30 pages…and keep the ideas coming). What I love about scripts is the strong visual image aspect. So much can be said in so few words…like haiku…because the reader imagines the action and their vision expands on my words. It’s shared in a way that isn’t so spoon-fed, like poetry. I like that. So I need scriptwriting software, a friendly group of like-minded, frenzied writers for encouragment and a desire to just write it down as it comes.

walking in on
tea-stained leaves–
unexpected guest

late winter

late winter–
thinking she’s venus
she settles beside you

rolling tortillas

rolling tortillas
his wedding band
in her cleavage

water lilies

water lilies–
my mother’s hand
testing the bath

between our houses

between our houses
several broken branches–
no tracks in the snow

move on, ox

move on, ox–
the earth will not turn over
without you

Happy 2009, the year of the Ox.

this sudden chill

this sudden chill—
buddhas sit on a wire
above us

“ceaseless rosemary”

ceaseless rosemary–
this gray Christmas
I need your scent

my first haiku video

Ewww

Wow, has it been so long since I posted? Yikes. December is such a busy month. But I had no excuse today…my son and I stayed home due to his first infestation with lice. Poor guy, the cure is pretty dreadful. This nice lady at Walgreen’s introduced me to a product called “Lice Ice” which is a super strong holding gel that suffocates the little buggers. He’s had it on his head for 9 hours now and finally, after hours of feeling like his hair is too tight, it’s about time to wash it off. I’m going to pick for nits and then we’re heading out for pizza.

home from school
my son scratches his head
with a Pokemon