December 12th 2015

I write for perfection in my poetry. A haiku a day forces me to post poetry I normally wouldn’t. This afternoon while I sat in Spaulding auditorium, watching my family practice in the Christmas Revels, I reconsidered last night’s haiku. I explain too much. In brevity, I think, is greater expressiveness.


····the window at night—seeing only


I wrote for a while at the Hanover book store. Looking out a window at night is like looking into a mirror, even on a busy street.

I like being by myself in a busy corner—a comfortable kind of loneliness.

36: December 12th 2015 | bottlecap


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