At age 32,
I still have no clue what I'll
do when I grow up.

Inevitably,
there will be times when you come
up a bit short.

The whir of the saw -
fragrant sawdust wafts about.
Blade meets supple flesh.

Dinner with some friends
talking about our kids, life -
we had a good time.

This part is tricky,
she said as my mind wandered.
What's that trick again?

How many haiku
do you think have been written
about fireflies?

Hebetudinous -
that word means lacking vigor.
How I feel today.

Seeing an old friend
reminds me of good times past
and good times to come.

After six long months,
I start my new job today.
It's been a long time.

She had a baby!
But I didn't even know
she was expecting.

I'm waiting on hold -
ten minutes so far to ask
a simple question.

The cool, gentle breeze
belies the calendar date -
Springtime in July.

Today's interview
went better than expected.
Did I get the job?

Unable to think,
I sit down at the keyboard
to write a haiku.

Rat-a-tat-a-tat,
report the neighborhood boys -
The Fourth of July.

Mom is gone today.
I sit and play dollhouse with
my two little girls.

Splashing in the pool,
Emi and Annie and I.
Mizu no oto.

Sitting in the shade
eating chocolate ice cream -
a six-year-old girl.

You must be quite lost
strutting by the Interstate -
pretty blue peacock.

Months and months go by.
Why does it take me so long
to paint the kitchen?

Still awake in bed,
I take a sleeping pill and
then drift off to sleep.

A fish named Red sleeps,
never to be forgotten,
under the red bud.

What a day today.
Is there anything worse than
looking for a job?

Oh, Angelina
pretentious little mouseling -
When is Arthur on?

With loathing and dread
I position the floor jack -
Time to change my brakes.

Lying in my bed
composing silly haiku -
I wish I could sleep!