Author Archives: Mandolin

A Haiku For Friday, September 27th

Posted on September 27, 2019 by Mandolin

God, it is so dark.
My throat closes like the night,
kaleidoscopic.
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Rainbow Bright

Posted on September 23, 2019 by Mandolin

 
I think I just wanted to play around with colors so I played around with colors.
This chick definitely goes to pride parades where she lurks near people until they look over and go, “Ahh! Creepy!” and run away.
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A Haiku for Friday, September 20th

Posted on September 20, 2019 by Mandolin

At five, the sky rusts.
My stride matches my husband’s,
a shared metronome.
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A Haiku for Friday, September 20th

Posted on September 20, 2019 by Mandolin

At five, the sky rusts.
My stride matches my husband’s,
a shared metronome.
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A Haiku For Monday, September 16th

Posted on September 16, 2019 by Mandolin

The sky is no clock.
My body wants to obey
its demand for sleep.
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Haiku Round-Up #5

Posted on September 13, 2019 by Mandolin

Time for another round-up of my recent Haiku! (Here is an explanation of why I’ve been writing and posting haiku.)   A startle of wet briskly awakens my skin. I am thinking flesh.   The willow droops black against a … Continue reading → Continue reading →

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Birds

Posted on September 12, 2019 by Mandolin

I’m honestly mostly amused that when I drew this in my notebook, I felt the need to label it “birds.” In case I was confused later
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A Haiku For Monday, September 9th

Posted on September 9, 2019 by Mandolin

The sky is no clock.
My body wants to obey
its demand for sleep.
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A Haiku for Friday, September 6th

Posted on September 6, 2019 by Mandolin

Afternoon, evening,
merge as the sky stops dancing,
parting from the clock.
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Meep

Posted on September 5, 2019 by Mandolin

Meep is a character I drew for a role-playing game I was sketching out called Cats and Dogs Living Together. Strangers rarely glimpse Meep, a shy, four-pound, six-month-old kitten with a fluffy mass of white fur, enormous blue eyes, and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

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