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Circle Dance

It’s Haiku Friday. For the past 20+ years I’ve written one haiku every day. They’re not always good haiku, although some of them are excellent. (Check out my 7-book haiku series called The Haiku Book of Days.) A few years ago I added another daily practice, which I call the “daily draw.” I create some kind of image, and many times that image owes its inspiration to my daily haiku. I’m calling them “illustrated haiku” and someday the haiku and its illustration may blossom into a new haiku book. In the meantime, I’ll share a few of them here on the blog. Here’s today’s offering. Enjoy!

keep fire in your eyes
let your angels and devils
do a circle dance

 

The Rub and Roll

Alex Terrgi here. My life is pretty good. Sometimes it’s so good I have to do a rub and roll on the rug. So I go to the living room where there is a cushy rug that smells like a happy dog, and I roll around on it until there is even more happiness rubbed into it.

Although my human doesn’t seem to see the happiness – all she sees is hair. I feel so sorry for humans sometimes.

 

Anything Goes

It’s Haiku Friday. For the past 20+ years I’ve written one haiku every day. They’re not always good haiku, although some of them are excellent. (Check out my 7-book haiku series called The Haiku Book of Days.) A few years ago I added another daily practice, which I call the “daily draw.” I create some kind of image, and many times that image owes its inspiration to my daily haiku. I’m calling them “illustrated haiku” and someday the haiku and its illustration may blossom into a new haiku book. In the meantime, I’ll share a few of them here on the blog. Here’s today’s offering. Enjoy!

dance in the spotlight
wearing a top hat and tails
sing Anything Goes

Orphan Book

Recently a small literary press agreed to publish one of my new manuscripts. I was happy – until I read through their Facebook and blog posts, which were full of political opinions that were opposed to my own. Then I became uncomfortable. I didn’t want to be associated with these political opinions, and I did not want any profits made on my book (even if the profits were tiny) to go to promote and market books that espoused them. So I did not sign a contract after all. This was particularly disappointing because my book is a strange, genre-free, odd-ball story. It won’t be easy to find another publisher. So today my weird little book is still an orphan with no home.

Sigh.

Barefoot

It’s Haiku Friday. For the past 20+ years I’ve written one haiku every day. They’re not always good haiku, although some of them are excellent. (Check out my 7-book haiku series called The Haiku Book of Days.) A few years ago I added another daily practice, which I call the “daily draw.” I create some kind of image, and many times that image owes its inspiration to my daily haiku. I’m calling them “illustrated haiku” and someday the haiku and its illustration may blossom into a new haiku book. In the meantime, I’ll share a few of them here on the blog. Here’s today’s offering. Enjoy!

remove shoes and socks
sit in a room full of light
have a cup of tea

Toys Not Bones

Alex Terrgi here. I like toys that squeak when you bite them. They sound like I think mice or squirrels would sound if I could catch one. My human doesn’t like “squeakies” (that’s what she calls them) because she says they hurt her ears. So she gives me these things she calls “bones” except they’re not real bones, just pretend ones. I want a squeaky toy!

My human writes poems she calls haiku. She seems to like them, so I thought of a haiku just for her. Here it is:

give your dog a toy
dogs get bored just like you
chew your own bones

So there.

Go Free

It’s Haiku Friday. For the past 20+ years I’ve written one haiku every day. They’re not always good haiku, although some of them are excellent. (Check out my 7-book haiku series called The Haiku Book of Days.) A few years ago I added another daily practice, which I call the “daily draw.” I create some kind of image, and many times that image owes its inspiration to my daily haiku. I’m calling them “illustrated haiku” and someday the haiku and its illustration may blossom into a new haiku book. In the meantime, I’ll share a few of them here on the blog. Here’s today’s offering. Enjoy!

this is what matters:
create something from your heart
then let it go free

Beltane

Today is the first of May, or May Day, also known as Beltane. It marks the height of Spring and the flowering of all life. It is time to celebrate the leaping fires of passion in a festival of sensuality, sexuality, flowers, and delight. It is a time to make love, preferably outdoors.

There are many lovely old customs associated with time of year. Here are some ways to celebrate May Day/Beltane:

Make a May basket. Fill it with flowers or other outdoor beauties. Leave it on a doorstep of someone who can’t get outside, such as an invalid or elderly person. Bring the Spring to them.

Or you can erect a Maypole in your yard. It doesn’t have to be tall. You can use a yardstick, broomstick, or even a twig. At the top of the stick affix different colored ribbons. Get a group of friends, and have each choose a ribbon and make a wish upon it. (For example: I choose this red ribbon for more passion in my life.) Dance around the Maypole, entwining your ribbons together.

Finally, embrace the ones you love. Hugs and kisses all around!

Bonus:  Here’s a Beltane haiku to go with the painting:

women gathering
parade around the May Tree
winding ribbons tight

Roundness

For the past 20+ years I’ve written one haiku every day. They’re not always good haiku, although some of them are excellent. (Check out my 7-book haiku series called The Haiku Book of Days.) A few years ago I added another daily practice, which I call the “daily draw.” I create some kind of image, and many times that image owes its inspiration to my daily haiku. I’m calling them “illustrated haiku” and someday the haiku and its illustration may blossom into a new haiku book. In the meantime, I’ll share a few of them here on the blog. Here’s today’s offering. Enjoy!

kneel and kiss the ground
whisper sweet nothings to dirt
roundness becomes you

 

Math and Dogs

Alex Terrgi here. Despite what humans think, dogs can do math. We can count. Let me illustrate. Every morning after my human makes her disgusting swill called coffee, she reaches for the jar on the counter that says “Cookies” on it. (We can read, too.) The jar doesn’t contain human-type cookies, though. It contains dog cookies. So when my human reaches for the jar, I know she is going to give me something yummy.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but the word “cookies” absolutely means MORE THAN ONE COOKIE. When this morning ritual began, my human gave me two cookie treats from the jar every morning. Sometimes she even gave me three. (See, I told you dogs can count.) But recently she has cut back on the cookies. Nowdays I only get ONE! (Which is less than 3, also less than 2. More math.) This is not acceptable.

She says it’s for my own good. I don’t know where she gets her ideas.

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