November 28th 2017

This month’s writing continues to be a struggle. The last two haiku were experimental; but dissatisfied I rewrote them; only, perhaps, to make them less interesting. I’ve rewritten most of November’s haiku. This year will be my last cycle—at least for a while. And given time to ferment, maybe I’ll have something new to say.
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barren
····as November’s wind—the abandoned
········barn
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November 24th 2017

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darker
····than the clouds—November’s sun-
········set
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As I write this, the cat stares at me through the window, stuck outside, feigning abandonment. She would be just as happy sleeping on the couch, all day, and fattening all winter long. And all the while, the more she fattens, the hungrier she gets.
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November has come into her own—days of overcast skies and weather somewhere between snow and rain. The clouds cleared just long enough to let in a little of the sun before the sunset.
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