Tag Archives: Haiku

Project 366 – Week 33

225/366
for the first time since
June I have no excuse to
wake in the wee hours

226/366
what is it about
grading that makes me want to
stuff food in my face?

227/366
waiting for so long
and finally, official
word. I guess it’s true!

228/366
stick a fork in it
I’m done! like dinner — all I
have left are cliches.

229/366
mini-vacay: booked.
I’ve earned a break. Time for rest
and relaxation.

230/366
humidity: high
like running in a sauna
and that is ok.

231/366
wake to filtered light
yesterday’s heat still lingers
temperature rising.

Project 366 – Week 32

218/366
when I was a kid
I’d spend all summer reading
outside just like this

219/366
a holiday, the
Olympics, summer weather,
+ confetti cake

220/366
dear writers, there are
many topics besides death—
please investigate

221/366
a week of silence
and on the last day: questions
so predictable

222/366
greatest invention
since sliced bread: the file box cart
wheeling my grading

223/366
Olympic viewing
interrupted by grading
of final exams

224/366
the grading motto:
faster, faster, faster! a
timed and judged event

Project 366 – Week 31

211/366
Canada knows how
to cover the Olympics:
14 hours live #win

212/366
indignant walker
trails sidewalk bicyclist: “that’s
illegal, y’know.”

213/366
last day of July.
thinking: I made it. thinking:
what did I forget?

214/366
tangle of bodies.
“anybody got morphine?”
afternoon chaos.

215/366
stepping outside in
to the heat, one foot in front
of the other. run.

216/366
feels so good to be
almost caught up on reading
TC submissions

217/366
it’s a miracle!
an August long weekend with
real summer weather

Project 366 – Week 30

204/366
the highway is filled
with people on vacation
I am so jealous

205/366
it’s raining, raining
like the sky is weeping with joy
grading almost done

206/366
day starts with a run
along the seawall, ends with
platters of sushi

207/366
seen: just off main street
a scrawny coyote hope-
fully lingering

208/366
overheard: “I think
one of my ovaries is
broken.” TMI!

209/366
it’s Canadian
TV for the win… 2 weeks
of wacky sports— live!

210/366
daytime in London
is middle of the night here
so much for sleeping!

Project 366 – Week 29

197/366
veil of gray descends
keep the curtains drawn, hold in
yesterday’s summer

198/366
never quite believe
good news when I hear it; too
much disappointment

199/366
grading misery—
worse when it isn’t going
to be done on time

200/366
crawl into bed at
seven p.m., sleep and sleep
for eleven hours

201/366
driving into heat
waves shimmering on the road,
sliding in the lake

202/366
menacing clouds fill
the sky, thick heat presses down—
thunder + lightning

203/366
embroidery floss,
safety pins, and half-hitches
make friendship bracelets

Project 366 – Week 28

190/366
UBC bio-
diversity museum,
Indian buffet

191/366
invite to dinner
in a neighborhood I can’t
afford to live in

192/366
first we eat breakfast
outside, then we say goodbye.
time to do laundry.

193/366
over-scented tourists
stumble when the bus brakes, snap
“we don’t take transit!”

194/366
it’s a catch-up day
if I were more organized
I wouldn’t need these

195/366
a man chats on his
cell phone as he cycles by:
“I’m just cycling home”

196/366
freshly brewed iced tea.
sit and sip, enjoy the sun
as it disappears

Project 366 – Week 27

183/366
my new neighbor sits
outside, hacking + smoking,
yakking on her phone

184/366
the check-out girl moves
in slow-motion, stoned or a
good facsimile

185/366
“lisa…” a man’s voice.
“Lisa.” silence. “Lisa!” pause.
“LISA!” frustration.

186/366
best forecast ever:
two weeks of suns, unbroken
by a single cloud

187/366
they’re out in full force
runners with hydration packs
and it’s barely warm

188/366
across the street, men
shout, hammer, drill; engines hum—
construction noises

189/366
and so we ambled
thirteen k in the sunshine,
old friends catching up

Project 366 – Week 26

176/366
when the sun comes out
people remember why they
live in Vancouver

177/366
breathing in + out
zen yoga experience
mmm, scent of a skunk

178/366
am I the only
one who can’t believe good news
till it’s official?

179/366
on the way home stop
at the farmers market to
buy ripe strawberries

180/366
home and native land
of the free, home of the brave
weeknight baseball game

181/366
after accomplishment,
the letdown. a run, a beer,
then a good night’s sleep

182/366
all day drizzly rain
air thick with humidity
clings, toilet tank drips

Project 366 – Week 25

169/366
2 white plastic chairs
sit next to the small RV
living on the street

170/366
don’t you hate it when
“updates” break your computer
half a day wasted

171/366
another Tuesday,
another day stuck in
grading jail (that’s life)

172/366
woman wearing a
typewriter around her neck
old-tech hipster kitsch

173/366
first day of summer
no sun in the sky but I’m
all caught up on sleep

174/366
frantic birds scrabbling
on the roof — am I in an
Alfred Hitchcock film?

175/366
old women in pink
beside cancer agency
smoking cigarettes

Project 366 – Week 24

162/366
Sunday evening smells
of barbecue sauce and grill
smoke floating like fog

163/366
what’s got into me?
conquering my to-do list
Monday morn machine

164/366
today it’s gray and
dripping rain. darkness hovers
around the edges.

165/366
production station
is a wind tunnel, vortex
of shivery cold

166/366
wandering the aisles
late night at the grocery store
foraging for food

167/366
dear self: sharing your
“deadlines” doesn’t speed you up
it stresses you out

168/366
working on weekends
is for chumps (and grad students)
welcome to my life