Haikubes – April 27th, 2020

Theme and Direction A reflection on . . . my family. Cute little puppies! Look! Adorable kittens! Mommy, we want them!

Haikubes – April 26th, 2020

Theme and Direction A reflection on . . . my (former) work life. Several years ago, I used to have two jobs: teaching full-time and instructing Zumba Fitness classes part-time. Now, I workout at home por moi. As a FFK (Former Fat Kid) I know what it's like to notice when the chub-chub rolls are … Continue reading Haikubes – April 26th, 2020

Haikubes – April 24th, 2020

Theme and Direction A reflection on . . . my work life. Tout kod gen de bout. Crystallize me if you dare, but even ice shifts.

Haikubes – April 22nd, 2020

Theme and Direction A reflection on . . . my childhood. Growing up, I listened a lot to Chris de Burgh, Erasure, De la Soul, Prince, Boogiemonsters, Digable Planets, Tears for Fears, and so many more amazing artists. 🙂 Rain soaks Romeo Chris de Burgh's Lady in Red dances 'neath the moon . . .

Haikubes – April 19th, 2020

Theme and Direction A dream about . . . our world. There are often times when dreams work like hopes or wishes.  I bottle sweet peace. It's earth, wind, and fire brewed. Won't you taste it, dear?

Haikubes – April 18th, 2020

Roll Haikubes, roll! Speak to me of what will be! Whilst thou sing to me a tale of  troubled times . . . Uh, let's go with more words that rhyme! Will it be a poem of utter misery? Until I reflect and brainstorm it's a mystery! Horrendous? Wondrous? Torturous doom? I could really go … Continue reading Haikubes – April 18th, 2020

Haikubes – April 17th, 2020

Theme and Direction A regret about . . . my work life Hmmm. Not quite a regret, but despite the fact that the current situation is far from ideal, it is indeed necessary. Type. Click. Upload. Send. Slanting shadows, time thief titters. Breakfast for dinner.

Haikubes – April 11th, 2020

Hello there! 🙂 The Haikubes have been tossed. Theme and Direction: A reflection on . . . my (pre-married) romantic life Unrequited love The heart suffers in silence Gnawing on "Why not ... ?"