Is it pretentious to call myself a poet? 

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p style=”font-family:"”>Am I pretentious enough

Claiming me “poet”

Achieving Focus: Today’s Haiku

Achieving focus 

A few moments of stillness 

Hidden from the cold 

Early morning thoughts 

Early morning thoughts 

As I prepare for my day 

Focusing my life 

A Wish

This child limping 

Long for Jesus’s power 

To heal with a touch 

Sunset: A Haiku

The colors of dusk

A crescent moon ascending

Autumnal air brisk

A haiku while walking in Everett

History in bricks

Such elegant stateliness

An autumn sunset

Thankfulness series: Family 

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Siouxsie and the Banshees: A Haiku

I hear Siouxsie Sioux
Burning ash and destruction
Cities in the dust

The music of the 80s speaks to me. So many memories, pain and joy, anguish and exaltation.

Autocorrected Annoyances 

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A Trip To Whidbey Island: A Haiku

A morning journey 

Off to the nearby island 

With people I love 

Spent the morning over in Whidbey Island watching a cross country regional competition. I’ve known many of these kids their whole lives, so there a certain poignancy.