When my father stopped the truck, my mom exited with urgency. “Boys! Come here, quick!” We ran as commanded and stopped abruptly at the sight of her blue plaid work shirt. It was stained with blood!

When my father stopped the truck, my mom exited with urgency. “Boys! Come here, quick!” We ran as commanded and stopped abruptly at the sight of her blue plaid work shirt. It was stained with blood!
Three simple questions that inspired me to think about the poetic form Haiku…and to write Haiku #27.
Nothing beats a good book!
As the new school year begins…
On the last leg of my travels…headed home to Misawa…too much time to “space off”!
A haiku about family influence, whether we realize it or not!
A new haiku…just because!
A poem in honor of my little brother, Brian.
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Fans of Elvis Costello are often considered by most to be an eclectic bunch of music fans. I am proud to say I am a part of that fan base! I was first introduced to Elvis Costello back in my college days in Topeka, Kansas. I’ve been a fan since that time!