More Hiakus

As I mentioned before, I am feeling anxious and uninspired to write today. That does not mean that I am off the hook...oh no. Priscilla Long would not have it! She was the greatest writing teacher I've studied with and I had the privilege of using her techniques since meeting her in back in 1998 at the University of Washington.

I was looking in my old journals and old letters to find something to type today and I came across this series of Haikus I wrote back on April 12th, 1995 while riding the bus in Seattle. Taking the metro and the tri-rail yesterday was great for me and it reminds me how much I prefer public transportation especially with the daily day-to-day stuff. It allows for more creative time and observation than having to focus on elderly drivers and such down here.

So, in honor of my anxiety while I wait to hear from Anne, here are the poems.

Please pray for us today...we are all a bit on edge.
Much love,
Linda

Haiku Story

I am on a bus
It is Friday, 3 PM
Going into town

I met a woman
Who was waiting for the bus
She is a stripper

It was cold outside
And the bus was running late
So we talked 'bout life

She's not on welfare
'Tho she's got a kid who's six
She's a working Mom

A man who smells bad
Just came on the bus...Don't Look!
There he goes, see him?

Well, here is my stop
I've got to check my email
Nice chatting with you.