Friday, March 23, 2007


Frankly, my interest in haiku pretty much ends in 1827, when Japanese master Issa dies. Ok, I've liked this or that, but haiku does often seem to be just a blow-hole of blah. Don't it?

Resolutions on Monday, confessions on Friday.

Confession 2: When I started submitting, I made the mistake of cluttering our world with more haiku. How godhonest can I get?

bare lightbulb at dusk
resistance is futile,
you stupid moths


acwo said...

I like your blog very much
keep it up!

Nic Sebastian said...

you stupid moths!

I just love that one. Too funny!

Sam of the ten thousand things said...

This one is very Issa-like.

SarahJane said...

thanks. it is best read aloud.

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