This one actually has a title. Can anyone guess it?

November 17, 2007 Comments Off on This one actually has a title. Can anyone guess it?

Plaster everywhere
But the landlord has not called.
Tantrum imminent.


November 10, 2007 § Leave a comment

The season’s first snow falls
Slippery, slushy, sloppy,
Dripping from the sky.

Sizzle, sweet onions.
Your savory siren-song
Stirs my heart’s cockles.

No mo’ NaBloPoMo

November 30, 2006 § Leave a comment

Now the stress is done,
Will I continue to post
With such frequency?

Um, no. Probably not. But now the pressure is off, I can take more time to compose thoughtful entries— with cruxes of the matter! and action! and the writerly present tense!— Simply put, I can promise that henceforth all entries will be worthy of the term “entry”.

No more grocery lists! Never again!

So say we all.

Haikus from my Day as a House Elf

November 25, 2006 § Leave a comment

The fierce sensation
Of onion fumes in my eye
Makes me weep with pain.

Crunch! Snap! The grinding
of my vertabraes against
each other: listen.

Brussels sprouts, mushrooms,
Crispy shallow-fried shallots.
Flavors mingle here.

Oh, angry chestnut
Come forth from your fuzzy home
With greater ease, please.

No cuts, nor burns, nay!
Free of sudden injury,
All prep work complete.

haiku + a real poem

November 16, 2006 § Leave a comment

Oh, NaBloPoMo,
No blog fodder to please you.
So I’m going to cheat.

Actually, I did get some writing done but I’m saving it for the weekend.

If you’re interested in some real poetry, here’s a newly-released poem of Louis Riel— human rights advocate, murderer, hero, and Father of Saskatchewan— written for his jailer just weeks before his execution, via the University of Saskatchewan:

Robert Gordon!
I beg your pardon
For so having
Kept you waiting
After some poor verses of mine.
You know, my English is not fine.
I speak it; but only
Very imperfectly.


The snow,
Which renders the ground all white,
From heaven, comes here below:
Its pine frozen drops invite
Us all
To white-keep your thoughts and our acts,
So that when our bodies do fall,
Our merits, before God, be facts.

How many who, with good desires,
Have died and lost their souls to fires?
Good desires kept unpractic’d
Stand, before God, unnotic’d

O, Robert, Let us be fond
Of Virtue! Virtues abound
In every sort of good,
Let virtue be our soul’s food.

—Louis “David” Riel.
October 27, 1885
Regina Jail.

Daily Insect Casualty Report
Kristina: 1
Richard: 3

First Post + a haiku

October 23, 2006 § 1 Comment

This blog is essentially my everlasting debutante ball. Since my dad joined AOL ten years ago this month, I have been a lurker. I’ve never made my presence felt to you, Internet. I’ve refrained from posting reviews on books or music, and never comment on message boards, but today— today!— marks my coming out.

According to Wikipedia, it’s also the anniversary of Brutus’s defeat and suicide at the Second Battle of Phillipi, the first Parliament of Great Britain, the first transcontinental air service from New York to Los Angeles, the first general assembly of the United Nations. October 23, 1998, Benjamin Netanyahu and Yasser Arafat reached a land-for-peace agreement and October 23, 2001 the IRA commenced disarmament and the first generation of iPod was released. Most auspicious. It’s also my brother’s birthday (see above).

And now, a haiku.

A new blog glowing
Dimly in cold cyberspace.
Who will read it? Who?

Where Am I?

You are currently browsing the haikus category at Tempest in a Teacup.