stranger staring back
stranger staring back
from every reflective pane
takes getting used to…
[7:38 pm]
After twenty three years with glasses, a change was in order, and Ayeka and I decided that perhaps it was time to try contacts.
It’s weird, looking in the mirror when I’m wearing them…
I doubt not that you are aware of the haiku tradition of denoting the mundane in those syllabic formulas. A great deal of the flavour of the age is captured in verses about using the outhouse, playing with cats, and being mad at your wife, as well as the brilliance and satori moments of the “philosophical” haiku. A number of your pieces feel that way to me, flavour of the age as opposed to pretensious or consciously trying to sound Zen. I appreciate your “snapshot haiku” almost as much as your deeper, more layered works. 🙂
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Haha. It was the same when I hacked off all my hair. And once, when I was little, my father shaved his beard off for work. And when he came into the house, I mistook him for his boss Brian I asked him if he was looking for my dad.
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RYN: It’s just because there was no litter box. he knows how to use one, except his covering skills need work,
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