Haiku Humpday

Losing my zen when I complain of rain. Atonement: A haiku for my grandmother who said I would be a teacher, but never saw me become one. I miss her homemade bread, soup, and pasta and the way she laughed. And, really, she’s one of the reasons that I have very little to complain about. My haiku: 

A mind of summer
chills the first wintertime soup–
ashes in my mouth.

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Stephen McClurg

Teaching literature and writing takes up most of my time. I like hot sauce and Jan Svankmajer movies. 1. Current Listening: Julia Holter: Aviary 2. Just watched Letter from Siberia (1958). 3. A Current Reading Project: History of the Peloponnesian War

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