The Realm of the Pachyderm

March 28, 2011

To write oneself is
to write a fiction with the
face in the mirror.

It masquerades as
the life you have been living,
but much shinier.

My life isn't so
poetic. I'm not polished.
I'm not four chapters.

But, there it will be:
my storyline, my opus.
My life in key strokes.

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Haiku #45: International Techno Jams

March 26, 2011

I love my Techno
as incomprehensible
as studying in

the library on
a Saturday--meaning
a whole barrel full.

Also, indexing
party that I helped to plan
was simply perfect.

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Haiku #44: Symposium

March 25, 2011

Remember two months
ago when I found out that
I would be reading

my paper at the
English Symposium this
year? I just did that.

Surprisingly, it
was very well received. It
even got some laughs.

Some of my friends came
to listen. They are too nice.
I love feeling smart.

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Haiku #43: Bagpipes

I don't know if I
ever focus more when I
study than when I

listen to bagpipes.
There's resonance in their sound
that makes me feel whole.

Melodramatic?
No. It's just one of those things
I can't quite describe.

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Haiku #42: Beatles

March 21, 2011

Sheepdog standing in
the rain, bullfrog doing it
again. Mmm, good stuff.

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Haiku #41: Friendship

March 20, 2011

To me, having friends
is the feeling of warm sheets
straight from the dryer,

broken-in blue jeans,
wool gloves on cold hands at dawn,
sun-warmed grass in June,

big feather pillows,
old rocking chairs on porches,
serving all aces,

and smiling too big
in a simultaneous
blink of silent joy.

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Haiku #40: Friday

March 18, 2011

Friday comes after
Thursday, before Saturday
and Sunday. Days of

the week can be so
tricky that way. Thank goodness
for Rebecca Black.

Without her, how would
the prepubescents know when
to go and party?

Answer: they wouldn't.
Let the fifteen-year-old drive.
That's a good idea!

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Haiku #39: Speed Scrabble Tournament

March 15, 2011

Hey all, here's the thing:
English Department glory
was secured tonight.

After three months of
practice, my geekiness for
words paid off big time.

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Haiku #38: Podcasts

March 14, 2011

Short stories read by
famous actors every week
are just my favorite.

This American
Life comes in a close second.
Ira Glass is bomb.

I love NPR.
Pretentious radio is
just how I roll, Holmes.

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Haiku #37: Ballroom Dance Lessons

March 12, 2011

Two, three, cha cha cha.
I am all shoulders, no hips.
Two, three, cha cha cha.

Two, three, cha cha cha.
Boys shouldn't be scared to lead.
Two, three, cha cha cha.

Two, three, cha cha cha.
Doesn't four come after three?
Two, three, cha cha cha.

Two, three, cha cha cha.
I think I will stick to swing.
Two, three, cha cha cha...

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Haiku #36: Spring Weather

March 10, 2011

Go outside. Right now.
The sun is smiling so wide,
it might split the sky.

While I was looking
forward to one more ski trip,
I'll embrace springtime.

If possible, I
would date, court, and then marry
the glory outside.

I wish I could go
revel in it. I want to
break up with homework.