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).
A wilting flower—
A blushing ballerina
Taking her last bow
—Katherine Ottrando, SLO
A dying leaf floats
From a tree for a moment
It thinks it’s a bird
—Stuart Fischoff, Carbondale, Ill.
Gentle mist rises
Silent night lake
emptiness
Drifting into dawn
—Mary Anne Anderson, Cambria
Want to be a star?
Perhaps you really seek love.
Search deep, then let go
—Janet Jones, Paso Robles
Poison lips desire
Do not temp my love power
You will only devour
—April McGill, Arroyo Grande
Two men, young, not young,
Camping in a Dunite’s cove,
Share fungal wisdom.
—John E. Reid, Atascadero
I have fun working
Them without
attachment and
Easily let go!
—Deborah Heartwood, Pismo Beach
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
Away from the nest,
Luke celebrated
freedom;
His folks got drunk too.
—Steve Brody, Cambria ∆