Got something to say? Feeling creative? A growing number of local folks are (as is someone from Illinois).
Send your haiku to local writer and psychologist at Steve Brody at stevebrody@wildblue.net by April 9, and witness your radiance in the next Artifacts haiku edition (every third Thursday of the month).
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A wilting flower—
A blushing ballerina
Taking her last bow
—Katherine Ottrando, SLO
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A dying leaf floats
From a tree for a  moment
It thinks it’s a bird
—Stuart Fischoff, Carbondale, Ill.
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Gentle mist rises
Silent night lake
   emptiness
Drifting into dawn
—Mary Anne Anderson, Cambria
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Want to be a star?
Perhaps you really seek love.
Search deep, then let go
—Janet Jones, Paso Robles
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Poison lips desire
Do not temp my love power
You will only devour
—April McGill, Arroyo Grande
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Two men, young, not young,
Camping in a Dunite’s cove,
Share fungal wisdom.
—John E. Reid, Atascadero
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I have fun working
Them without
   attachment and
Easily let go!
—Deborah Heartwood, Pismo Beach
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He lay dreaming of
Her neck, soft lips,   smooth thighs and
Her proclivities.
—Steve Brody, Cambria
Jill gasped, then      fainted;
Her sister’s ring was    bigger:
Sib ring rivalry.
—Steve Brody, Cambria
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Away from the nest,
Luke celebrated
   freedom;
His folks got drunk too.
—Steve Brody, Cambria ∆
This article appears in Mar 17-24, 2011.