For the restless, lullabies –

For my boys, I  sing,
our Kitchen, my only stage.
Refrains bring  us sleep.

Sunrise Haiku

If early bedtime-
Means waking before the dawn,
A night owl I’ll be. 

Lessons learned

-As told to me by my favorite English professor, Regina Barecca in her modern British lit course, and The Lumineers in their song, Stubborn Love.

Indifference Haiku
The flip side of love
Is not hate. That is just your
passion confounded.

Haiku for the storm

Long before you show,
I can hear your thundering.
Clear as my own heart.

Keegan Jay, or how to beat writer’s block seventeen syllables at a time

I haven’t been writing — because shit is hard. There’s too much to write down, to get out, and unless I become a fiction writer soon — that is just start making things up… I’m going to have to get past this writer’s block.  I’ve written a whole lot of haiku in the last few years, like, a whole a lot, a lot.  And really, if I can’t manage seventeen syllables a day — well I might as well start tossing the writer’s notebooks.
So for my baby, on his birthday —

Five years past, and you,
were just an idea, But now,
always my sweet Keegs.

Haiku long time coming

Woe, when writer’s block
finally breaks. Where am I
to put all the words?

To My Tuesdays

I walked in a year,
ago tonight not knowing
what I would find here.

You are the words I
keep in my heart all week-long,
shit, you are my heart.

My Church, God is in
verse. Showed up  a year  ago.
tonight.  I never left.

Pearl Jam and Poetry Events in Haiku form-Because — Becuase I can

Tonight
Yellow Ledbetter
Windows rolled down summer wind
drive through the sound waves.

Tomorrow
Cohosting on stage
Killer open mic, followed
by Worcester Slam team.

Thursday 
Road trip over hills
GennaRose to feature, then I
will compete  in  the  slam 

 

Sometimes Haiku Three-Ways

Often I write these lines
when I have something to say
and don’t know how to.

So I tightly craft
syllables and lines hoping
to find some context.

Never really works-
haikus as stanzas, meaning
tucked far away.

Transcendentalist Haiku

“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” RWE

Occasionally you-
have no choice, but to be who
you are. Warts and all.