Posts Tagged ‘road trip’

Utah Affected Dialected: Revolutionary Contexting Iambic Poem

October 13, 2016

I hope you have fun/
on your trip to Lay’_un!
(I don’t see/
why they, weirdly,/
have to drop the “t”.)
It’s as though their tongue/
has become undone.

Missed Photo, Captured Memory: Revolutionary Haiku

January 15, 2015

Pink turquoise seafood/
with bright orange and red clouds:/
my phone-less sunset.

Dark Desert Highway Binocular Road Signs: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 5, 2014

View ahead: Binocular roadsign on Highway 89A in the dark desert, northern ArizonaThe binocular/
road sign means nothing out here/
in the dark desert.

Binocular view/
road signs mean nothing on a/
dark desert highway.


Snow Flaked At The Beach: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

December 31, 2013

Surf, sun, sand, sea Mission Beach in San Diego, CAThe beach, surf, sun and/
sand remind me of all the/
snow I’m not missing.

Holy Trinity Of The Beach: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

December 30, 2013

Holy Trinity at Venice Beach, CA: Lifeguard shelters at sunsetIn Venice I found/
and worshipped the holy ones:/
The beach Trinity.

Watching Cars On The Flight Home: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

August 15, 2012

I watched “Cars” alone./
Now I just want to go on /
A long drive with you.

Angel Through California: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

May 8, 2011

Angel’s face I saw/
wings toward California./
I dreamed of her once.


Angel’s face I see/
wings through Cali without me./
I dreamed of her once.

Roadtrip Moonset: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

January 6, 2011

Thumbnail moon hung on/
black silk over grand canyons/
makes me remember.

makes me think of you.

Bump In The Road Trip: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

October 20, 2010

When i see “Bump” signs,/
I throw my hands in the air:/
Road roller coaster!

Am I Really Gone?: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

October 20, 2010

As I was leaving on a road trip — that ended up being more than 6 months long — a friend asked me “Are you really gone?” My response could be both a haiku or a poem:

Don’t know. My life is/
an adventure… So am I/
ever really there?

Or really gone?