Sharpen Your Tools: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

She hides from what she/
needs most: The chance to sharpen/
her tools and her mind.

Hard Tool Saturday Morning: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

It’s hard having a
hard tool in your tool box with
no place to use it.

Power Of Words: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

Words can
be
powerful.
Damaging.
Magical.
Wonderful.

Those words
are not
“our word,”
but instead,
our words:
Those that we say
and write
right.

Those words
are also heard
in our heads.

Always ready.
Already steadily
knowing.

Though verbose,
I am not
a master of words.

They are my tools,
at times.
But other times
they scream so loudly
in my head
that they unravel,
unnerve,
weaken,
and destroy me.

To become a master
of words,
I must become the master
of my word-thoughts.

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Not Using The Tool: Romantic Email Sonnet

She stood on the verge
of greatness.
Something she’d never
experienced.

The tool was
in her hands;
placed to wield
and understand.

All she needed
was to pick up the phone
and be warmly greeted,
and experience not being alone.

But instead
she went to bed.