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Haiku Friday: Trust

TWritersoday my haiku is from July 3rd of my new book A Haiku Book of Days for Writers, Painters, Musicians, and Other Artists, one of a 7-book series. The topic for today is: “Trust”

computers go down
and carvers writing on stones
didn’t trust paper

It’s Haiku Friday again. For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose. I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog. Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those). That’s it.

You can purchase this book on Amazon here.

The Holy Trinity of Dogs

Zipper 590001Alex Terrgi here. My human is fond of telling me that I am the best dog in the world – but then she always adds “who is alive today.” And then she mentions my sister Goody Beagle, who I agree was a fantastic dog, and another dog I never met, Zipper. Both Goody and Zipper are dead, at least their bodies are. But they still seem to be alive in my human’s memory.

Zipper was my human’s dog when she was a little girl, and he must have been some dog because she still remembers a lot about him and it was a LONG time since she was a little girl. I’ve seen pictures of Zipper. His last name was Dachshund, which means he had a looong body and short – very short – legs. Kinda funny looking dog, if you ask me.

But hey, looks aren’t everything. If even half the stories my human tells about Zipper’s courage and love are true, he probably was as good as Goody and me. I am glad to be part of my human’s Holy Trinity of Dogs: Saint Zipper, Saint Goody, and Saint Alex.

Haiku Friday: Party

DisorganizedToday my haiku is from June 26th of my new book A Haiku Book of Days for the Happily Disorganized and Others of Jumbled Mind, one of a 7-book series. As you can tell from the title, these haiku are all over the place. The topic for today is “Headlights”:

rainy morning streets
headlights mirror busy lives
blindly off to work

It’s Haiku Friday again. For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose. I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog. Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those). That’s it.

You can purchase this book on Amazon here.

Haiku Friday: Queen

DisorganizedToday my haiku is from June 19th of my new book A Haiku Book of Days for the Happily Disorganized and Others of Jumbled Mind, one of a 7-book series. As you can tell from the title, these haiku are all over the place. The topic for today is “Queen”:

want to move on up?
bake a crown of gingerbread
and you can be queen

It’s Haiku Friday again. For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose. I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog. Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those). That’s it.

You can purchase this book on Amazon here.

True Love

The CatAlex Terrgi here. A few weeks ago my human and I spent 2 days and 1 night at the home of my human’s daughter. I had a great time playing with the little kids who live there, especially my humans 6-year old grandson. He is the same age as me and likes to do the same kind of stuff. Dig in the dirt, run instead of walk, ride his bike really fast (well actually I can’t ride a bike, but I run alongside him to keep him company), and eat treats in front of the TV. (He shares his treats with me sometimes in spite of my human telling him not to.)

But that’s not the point of this story. Here’s the point. When we got home from being away for such a long time, The Cat met us at the door. She walked around our human’s feet and spat out words like “Mwah! Mwah!” in her crabbiest voice. Her eyes were very green and she pointed them right at our human. It was clear she did NOT approve of us being gone, and it was even clearer who she blamed for this travesty of justice.

Meanwhile I ran over to the couch and found my favorite spot. I curled up to take a nap, because I was a little tired – 6 year old human boys can really wear you out. After The Cat got done with cursing out our human, she ran over and jumped on the couch too – and then she climbed up on my back and purred her loudest happiest purr in my ear!

Now I know the Truth. No matter how many times she ignores me or hisses at me or tries to steal my bed or my food – The Cat loves me!

It is good to be loved, even by a cat.

Haiku Friday: Spinach

DisorganizedToday my haiku is from June 12th of my new book A Haiku Book of Days for the Happily Disorganized and Others of Jumbled Mind, one of a 7-book series. As you can tell from the title, these haiku are all over the place. The topic for today is “Spinach”:

stir fry spinach with
onions, mushrooms, & garlic
suck up the fresh love

It’s Haiku Friday again. For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose. I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog. Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those). That’s it.

You can purchase this book on Amazon here.

A Limber Mind

Eating Mythos Soup - trimmedHere’s a writing tip to use every time your writing feels staid, stale, and stuck. Write a paragraph and make every sentence start with the same simple phrase, usually an “I + Verb” phrase, written very fast with no pauses between sentences to think. Be careful with this one, because if you do this correctly your mind might show you things you didn’t want to acknowledge. I’ll be brave today and share one of my own exercises, using the phrase “I don’t want”. As you will see, it is pretty darn scary but handy to know. (BTW, this shows up in my book Eating Mythos Soup (amazon link). Sometimes your exercises might even get published.

I don’t want to cry, for my eyes redden and my nose runs, and I must avert my face from those who might regard me with pity. I don’t want to be alone at the end of my life, with no one to hold my hand when I die. I don’t want to sit at a table with a plastic tablecloth, eating dinner alone in front of the TV. I don’t want the deep holes of loneliness to appear like zit craters in my skin, into which I might free fall forever.

I don’t want to dream, for then the black petaled flowers of fear bloom in the night, and their noxious rotting perfume eddies in a swirling cloud about me. I don’t want to make mistakes, for the red sand ants imprisoned in my belly will sting me to humiliating acts of grovel and apology. I don’t want to be angry, for then the self-loathing that lurks like an orange cancerous clown in the hidden lobes of my brain will dance in the center ring to the crack of the ringmaster’s whip.

I don’t want knowledge, for then I might find out that God is just a joke and there is no meaning to whatever we are doing here. I don’t want to know that no one sees me as their one true love. ©Eating Mythos Soup, 2000

Haiku Friday: Party

DisorganizedToday my haiku is from June 5th of my new book A Haiku Book of Days for the Happily Disorganized and Others of Jumbled Mind, one of a 7-book series. As you can tell from the title, these haiku are all over the place. The topic for today is “Party”:

excess partying
doctored chocolate brownies
puffy morning eyes

It’s Haiku Friday again. For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose. I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog. Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those). That’s it.

You can purchase this book on Amazon here.

In Good Paws

Alex Terrgi here. Itoncouch was just about this time 2 years ago that my friend Goody Beagle died. Goody “wrote” a lot of good blog posts while she was here. Here is one of the last things she wrote – and it’s about me. I hope I have lived up to her expectations.

Goody Beagle here. I am trying to train my so-called brother, Alex Terrgi, to blog about important stuff, like smells and food and love, but it is uphill work. For one thing, Alex gets distracted easily and can only seem to tell the human one tiny thought at a time, like “Ball! Let’s play ball!” and he repeats it over and over until she throws the ball for him. I mean, what’s she supposed to do with that?

But I have to admit that Alex does a good job when it comes to love. He knows how to love. I remember when The Grandpa, who was our human’s father, was dying. That was before Alex came to live with us, when he still lived at The Grandpa’s house. The Grandpa spent the last two weeks of his life in his bed, because he was too weak to get up. So Alex spent those two weeks in bed too, lying next to The Grandpa with his head on The Grandpa’s shoulder or thigh, or just curled up next to him, always touching. The only time Alex left The Grandpa’s side was when he had to go outside to pee or poop, or to go gulp down his dinner as fast as he could so he didn’t leave The Grandpa for long.

Alex knows how to comfort someone who is dying, like The Grandpa – and me. These days he lies on the couch next to me, with his warm body touching mine. He may be an annoying pest at times, but this is okay because he not only knows the meaning of life, he acts on it. Yes, Alex knows how to Do Love.

I know that when I leave, I will leave our human in Good Paws.

Haiku Friday: Undress

WritersToday my haiku is from May 29th of my new book A Haiku Book of Days for Writers, Painters, Musicians, and Other Artists, one of a 7-book series. The haiku topic for today is “Undress”:

 

undress a body
follow the bones with your brush
showcase the beauty

 

It’s Haiku Friday again. For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose. I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog. Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those). That’s it.

 

You can purchase this book on Amazon here.