Why I Can’t Write More: Romantic Email Haiku

I would write more, but/
my hands are trembling again,/
and my flight’s leaving.

Early Morning Washing — Thanks, Mom! : Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

When the washer runs /
above your head, you wake up,/
get up, and write more.
OR

When the washer runs /
above your head, you’re forced to/
get up and write more.

Mind-Numbing Cold Poet: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I want to write more/
poems but she’s late again and/
I’m cold and ticked off.

9:24 AM On The Front Runner — I Either Sleep Or Write: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

The train ride is like/
rolling inspiraration that/
jars me to write more.

Getting More Revelation: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

The more that I write,/
the more revelation and /
insight I receive.

Men Aren’t The Only Ones Who Don’t Write: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

I guess you’re saving
all the words I’m craving
for the novel you’re writing
(which people will delight in!)

When you decide it’s no chore
to write much more,
please jump right in
and write me again!

But until such time
as you can deliver prose or rhyme,
I’ll say adieu,
and my writing’s through.

Getting to know someone through two or three words
borders, I think, upon the absurd.

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