The Haiku Hotline is a miniature weekly poetry journal, solicited via text & voicemail. You can listen to this installment at the end of this episode.
wood Buddha has
cheeks darker than Father’s:
with one bombed baijiu, he glows like
After discovering my first gray hair,
My mom called and said:
“I rode the most amazing merry-go-round today!
“When I grow up, I want to be a paleontologist.”
I leaf through the Leapfrog books, drawings,
dig up toy dinosaur husks, begin a new excavation.