Wash, rinse repeatMy dwindling supply of plastic shopping bagsHanging from my bag treeA drying rack for plasticI accuse my mom of being a bag ladyIt’s […] Read More
Author: Spring Gillard
My plastic cups runneth over with twist ties and elastics tucked away for the just in cases For a time when rubber and wire are […] Read More
Chinese red bloomingYet another painting spreePaint tins brush the leaves. Haiku, based on Paint.
I named her FleurThe little Barbie in my vignetteLong brown hair, almond eyes,soft and wide with wonderHer dress is purple, stripedThe matching tam askewA bicycle […] Read More
I’m in a bit of a bindWith my bindersBoxing me in from all sidesLooking all neat and in a linePages that hold meaning to me […] Read More
First I was afraid, I was petrifiedKept thinking I could never live without the plastic bagBut then I spent so many days thinking how you […] Read More
It’s Spring’s mending timeAnd I find them thereIn that overstuffed sock drawerThe holey ones, worn in the heelThe lonely singles who have lost their mates […] Read More
Farewell sacred vessels of soft burning lightThe glow from your flame has long gone outThe love of your tapered frame I will missRomance, igniting my […] Read More
[She steps out tentatively, shakily onto stage, dressed in layer upon layer of T-shirts] Um hello. Hello everybody. [Deep breath] Bonsoir Monsieur et Madame [Mama […] Read More
Too set in my waysRunning old tapes through my mindDon’t shut out options Haiku based on Headsets