A Rose In Winter: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

A frozen and dried/
rose, though plucked in winter’s grasp,/
will still smell as sweet.

OR
A frozen and dried/
rose, though plucked in winter’s chill,/
will still smell sweetly.

Brave About A Mouse: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

There was a smelly/
dead mouse in the house. I said:/
“I’m brave!” Then I puked.

Dead Neighbor’s Revelation: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

I walk thru a dead/

neighbor’s house and think: I should/

give away my stuff.

Is She Dead? Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

One of the most powerful film clips I’ve ever seen is a Dove public service announcement (psa), geared toward young women and self esteem issues, called “Amy”. Someone didn’t call me when they were supposed to. As I worried, I thought of the psa, and then wrote this haiku.

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This morning, she can think/
of twelve reasons not to call. /
He can think of one.

OR
He thinks of just one.

PS: The title “Amy” has ONLY to do with the Dove PSA — and has nothing to do with Amy Winehouse’s recent tragic passing. As a father of a daughter her age, I can only imagine the pain and suffering and the many long and sleepless nights Mr. Winehouse went through. It’s every father’s worst nightmare. My condolences to the Winehouse family. Shalom.

When Batteries Die: Revolutionary Written Haiku

You admonish me.
Writing flows eas’ly to keys.
My battery is dead.

Lost At Sea: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry Lament

Roses r red,/
your nickname you said./
I haven’t heard:
Are u lost or just dead?

U said you were head
-ing to Hawaii,
and since then you haven’t said
boo to me.

Why I Write: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

I write because
I can’t stop.
It feels like me
to birth word-thoughts

Live into the universe,
screaming like newborns
with energy, life
and emotion.

If I were to cease,
like a woman in mid-labor cries,
I would scream in agony,
convulse, and die.

Not wanting to be found dead,
I choose to dream and write instead.

Fear Of Life Death: Revolutionary Prose

Heard from a man trying to find his real life, his real self:

I’m afraid
I’m dead
before I die.