Haiku born of people-watching at a nightclub.
A person could love Weetabix in that way you love the familiar, the comforting, the stuff of childhood, the stuff your mother made you eat until you forgot your first reaction to it and it became a welcome part of your everyday life and then later, the fabric of childhood memories and the feeling that all that is right with the world.
A video and photos of an unexpected Memorial Day weekend snowstorm in central Colorado, and a haiku to capture the feeling.
Something in this Food & Wine magazine will be on our table this weekend during our quiet time in the mountains of Colorado.
I wrote the haiku below a couple of years ago, after visiting Notre Dame on a business trip just a few weeks after my Dad died. Like so many people all around the world, I’m heartbroken about today’s fire that so badly damaged this beloved […]
twilight on the piersanta monica sunset the benediction Overrun with tourists and souvenir-hawking vendors, the Santa Monica Pier remains a worthy destination. The sunset guarantees it. Trust me on this. Note: because February is National Haiku Writing Month (NaHaiWriMo) and I’m a habitual haiku-er (is that […]