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Haiku Friday: Remembering

Haiku Friday

i remember you
and the laughs, learning, stretching
i didn’t count then.

smell of hotel, but
I now lived there, two whole days
on nine-eleven.

I don’t remember
how or why i left… and stayed
gone, away, alone.

I only knew: go.
blue hits brown bark , feet concrete
sorry paled, I know.

thought i broke the world
that day. steel spokes, dusty hearts —
that concrete block of ache.

split we must. perhaps.
weren’t ready or able then.
new loves get those selves.

still… sorry i am
pale though it does, i cling. might
you remember me?

for more Washwords’ (and friends) haikus see Haiku You. Sorry all for the long hiatus… I will try to be back more regularly and more cheerily than these hearbreakingly beautiful September days have me today.

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X365, Ex Edition, Day 3

Day 3 of  X365: the EX edition, special, all this week in honor of Valentines’ Day.

23/365: $50: Read the rest of this entry »

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X365, Ex Edition, Day 2

Day 2 of  X365: the EX edition, special, all this week in honor of Valentines’ Day.

18/365: Cilantro: You ate Cilantro. Plain. Out of a bag. That you brought with you. Everywhere. And that was all there was. Cilantro. Which, tell the truth, I liked, too. Just a little bit more before you.

19/365: Rain: You never met anyone without a car, and wondered: HOW DID I GET TO WORK??? When I said I took the bus or walked or metro’ed, you said: REALLY?? but what about when it rains??

20/365: Married: You said you were separated, same as me, in your online profile. When we met, you explained you were planning to separate. After the bar mitzvah. of your 7-year-old.  And did I want another drink?

21/365: Gay (I): I’m not sure, I told my friend Mike, he might be gay. There’s just something. Planned dates too fancy. Liked dancing. A lot. Mike put it simpler: “Uhh, that guy? Yah, he’s totally gay.”

22/365:  Found II: We put books on the shelf. We giggle over puns, wearing out our welcome (mat). We plan trips and celebrations and cozy nights at home. We cuddle woofs. We feel lucky. And we are.

You may remember X365 [1. The idea  of X 365 is simple : write X number of words on ONE person who’s touched your life for each day of the year. My X was 35 (the age I was when I started); now it’s 36. The “micro-essays” as I liked to call them are random, or they were anyway – one day a relative or longheld close friend; the next, a stranger encountered on the Metro.]

But this time, in preparation for relaunching efforts to finish that book I’ve been threatening to write (Red Line to Dumpsville: my year of dating in Washington, DC (C), in celebration of building  a home and a life with my love, and in honor of Valentines’ Day,  I’m dredging up “the dating files.” Some of these stories are mine, some were told to me, and a few are compilations (anyone who’s dated in wash, dc knows that it isn’t long before you start dating the SAME person again and again. You can be the judge of which are which. or not.

I’m breaking from the rules for this one and won’t be using real names (to protect the not-so innocent). They’re still presented in random order. So no swelled heads anyone!

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