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Wiggling

GardnersToday my haiku is from April 29th of my book A Haiku Book of Days for Gardeners, Tree-Huggers, and Other Nature Lovers, one of a 7-book series. The haiku topic for today is “Wiggling”:

newly green grass waves
rosebuds-to-be shoot from twigs
babies are wiggling

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.

If you’re interested in the story of how The Haiku Book of Days series came to be, check out my previous blog post here. You can purchase this book on Amazon here

Long Hair

Grey Hair Texture For Background

Here is another story from my past that I shared in my recent class “Making History.” This one is from the seventies.

My Long Hair

I remember when I cut off my long hair. It was 1973, after my first child was born, and I felt that I needed to look more maternal. I was pretty young then, and I felt totally unqualified for my new role. How could I remain my radical hippie self, prone to political tirades and singing Country Joe & The Fish or Jimi Hendrix songs with gusto, when I had to change diapers and rock my baby to sleep to “You Are My Sunshine” instead of “Purple Haze”?

So I cut my hair short, close to my ears, and I used curlers and wore bangs. I traded in my John Lennon style granny glasses for more conservative ones with black frames. I bought a pink suit and a paisley blouse and went to church with my mother.

This phase lasted about a year, until my daughter began to sleep regularly and talk in two-word sentences. Unfortunately this was long enough for photographs to be taken, which still exist even though I ripped them out of the photo albums and stuck them in a box now labeled “old pics” and hidden in the hallway closet.

I guess I felt I had to become my mother in order to be one. I’m glad I found out this was not true.

Today my hair has gray streaks, but it is long.

Do you have a story about your hair? Please share!

Air Brushed

GardnersToday my haiku is from April 22nd  of my book A Haiku Book of Days for Gardeners, Tree-Huggers, and Other Nature Lovers, one of a 7-book series. The haiku topic for today is “Air Brushed”:

winds whip through your hair
white waves skitter on the shore
you are air-brushed clean

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.

If you’re interested in the story of how The Haiku Book of Days series came to be, check out my previous blog post here. You can purchase this book on Amazon here.

Worry

Raccoon sitting and staring intently

Alex Terrgi here. My human worries about me sometimes. She doesn’t want me to get sick, or be sad, or get bitten by a raccoon. One of her biggest worries is that she doesn’t want me to get lost. This is because a long time ago, so long that I can’t really remember it, I ran away and got lost on the streets of Los Angeles, which is where she says I was born, and then the dog catcher catched me and put me in jail, and then the jail people sent me to another jail in Seattle, which is where my human found me and broke me out of jail. I don’t know why she thinks I will run away and do this again, because I don’t want to go back to jail. For one thing, I would miss my human. Even if I found another human (or the human found me) I know no one will love me like my human now. And I can’t see how I’d ever find another human as good as the one I have. So she should stop worrying.

Also I am afraid of raccoons, so she doesn’t have to worry about them either.

Skylight

GardnersToday my haiku is from April 15th  of my book A Haiku Book of Days for Gardeners, Tree-Huggers, and Other Nature Lovers, one of a 7-book series. The haiku topic for today is “Skylight”:

rain hits the skylights
wild wet wants to come inside
and wash us all clean

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.

If you’re interested in the story of how The Haiku Book of Days series came to be, check out my previous blog post here. You can purchase this book on Amazon here

Chocolate

GardnersToday my haiku is from April 8th of my book A Haiku Book of Days for Gardeners, Tree-Huggers, and Other Nature Lovers, one of a 7-book series. The haiku topic for today is “Chocolate”:

clear away the dead
dirt as rich as chocolate
waiting underneath

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.

If you’re interested in the story of how The Haiku Book of Days series came to be, check out my previous blog post here. You can purchase this book on Amazon here.

My New Book

Alex TerrgDog Park Diary Coveri here. My human is working on a new book. Actually she is working on more than one book, but in my opinion the only one she should be working on is the one she is writing for me. She wrote a book for my sister Goody Beagle, so where is MY book? I’m not jealous or anything, because I loved Goody and I wish she didn’t die, but I’m important too, right?

If you read what I write on this blog, you know I’m just as good a writer as Goody too. Goody was kind of stuck on one subject – smell. (She was a Beagle, you know.) I like smell too, and have written about it as well, but I like other stuff too. I like playing ball. (Goody didn’t.) I like to hang out with humans of all kinds. (Goody was picky.) I like kissing and licking. I like running. I like … well, you will just have to wait until my human finishes the darn book. You could bug her about it, if you want. I could use the help.

Bubbles

GardnersToday my haiku is from April 1st of my book A Haiku Book of Days for Gardeners, Tree-Huggers, and Other Nature Lovers, one of a 7-book series. The haiku topic for today is “Bubbles”:

a magic pink froth
trees full of airy bubbles
float against the sky

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.

If you’re interested in the story of how The Haiku Book of Days series came to be, check out my previous blog post here. You can purchase this book on Amazon here

 

Left Off the Wall

The WallOn March 14th on this blog I shared a funny story I’d heard from a “Making History” class participant. Not all the stories I hear are funny, though. Some are sad. Here’s a sad story from a participant in a class discussion about the Vietnam War.

“Peggy” (not her real name) shared about her son who served in Vietnam. She and her husband, patriots of the World War II generation, were proud when their son volunteered for the Army and was sent to Vietnam in 1964. Over the next two years their pride turned to anguish as they read his increasingly disturbed letters home, letters that reeked of despair and anger. In the third year he stopped writing, which was to them the longest year of all. When he was finally discharged, their relief that he had made it home was short-lived, since he spent the next five years spiraling into alcoholism and drug addiction, from which he never recovered. He committed suicide in 1972. “His name isn’t on that Wall,” said Peggy. “But it should be.”

Share your stories – write them down. My book Making History (Peggy’s story is in there) can help you remember. If you don’t like to write, or don’t have time, get a ghostwriter to record them for you. Your descendants will thank you.

Kids and Dogs

AnimalsToday my haiku is from March 25th of my book A Haiku Book of Days for Animals, Birds, Insects, and Other Teachers, one of a 7-book series. The haiku topic for today is “Kids and Dogs”:

the best gift for dogs:
a kid of their very own
to play with and 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.

If you’re interested in the story of how The Haiku Book of Days series came to be, check out my previous blog post here. You can purchase this book on Amazon here.