A less serious haiku


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when twilight reigns

wild eyes stare out from the dark –

don’t pat the cat now

(Allright, I know. But after my war haikus I needed to be sarcastic for a minute. However, the cat in question does seem to take this business very seriously.)

On being a better woman

(I don’t write poetry other than haiku very often. But here’s an attempt at some word play.)

I want to be good well enough.
Better too, but not too much.
Just good is good enough,
good like
the first lines around my eyes,
the second ball in the gutter,
the third rooster that crows,
the fourth man to finish,
the fifth pound on the hips.
It’s just that god damned,
always well meant,
hugely good advise
of better people than me
that doesn’t do me good.

Looking at calves

Picture: sxc

Lately I have been experimenting a bit with mock-erotic scenes. This one is pretty modest, but still, it was fun to write. It fits into a larger story, about a girl, Anna, travelling with her best friend, with whom she is in love (and a little cross because he won’t bite).

Raph was done packing in a jiffy. While Anna was still busy gathering her stuff, he was rubbing himself very thoroughly with sun oil. Carefully he massaged the back of his ears, his forehead, his cheeks. When he got to the little spot under his nose, he pulled his upper lip tightly over his teeth. It made him look a bit like a sheep, Anna thought. One that hadn’t been shaved in a couple of years, she added pettishly in silence. While she folded her T-shirts in a new record time, he started on his legs. The lotion made his calves shine. Anna had never noticed before how muscular they were. He bended over to give a layer to the pieces of foot his sandals didn’t cover. Anna watched amusedly how his buttocks showed against his shorts. His hamstrings wouldn’t look that bad either with some lotion, she thought. Only a pity he wasn’t a bit more limber. If he didn’t need to bend through his knees this clumsily to reach his feet, he would have looked downright horny. Now he had something akin to a tipsy stork. But those calves were divine.

Naked (2)

Yes, I procrastinate. But don’t forget: I did manage to write a whole novel. Although I probably did it while I was supposed to do something else. Picture: sxc

This is an excerpt from my first novel. Now, I’m not a native speaker of English and I just quickly translated this bit myself, so please excuse me if something sounds a bit quirky.

“Do you ever arrive too late, or just in time, even when you initially had enough time?” A few seconds passed before Alanis reluctantly moved the cursor to the little ball before the answer “Yes, nearly always”. A dry click and on to the next question. The quicker, the better, because the last one had not improved her mood. “Do you arrive late at meetings, parties or your job? Do you often have to improvise a meal because your refrigerator is empty? Do you often miss your train? Does having a meal require doing some dishes first because all the cutlery is dirty? Do other people point out your lack of punctuality? Do you let gift certificates expire? Did you ever write post cards when travelling and brought them home in your suitcase?” This was getting confrontational. The row of balls beneath the answer “Yes, nearly always” by now looked like a Christmas tree. Continue reading