A haiku string
your sleeve grazes mine
too brief to mean anything
too long to forget
in the hush between
your laugh and my answer hides
what we do not say
steam curls from our mugs
we stare at the space that parts
what is, and almost
you lean on silence
as if it could hold your weight
it nearly does so
I count your glances
like footsteps to a locked door
we never open
8/10/2026
Oh wow!! What a GREAT idea: to stack haiku into a beautiful story! I loved your technique of taking us along with you on this burgeoning (unrequited, though?) encounter. Genius! Leave it to you. xoxo
8/10/2026
Thank you, Rachelle. I enjoy haikus, but I wanted to push them further. This was what I ended up with.
8/10/2026
When pushing boundaries is a beautiful thing!! xoxo
8/12/2026
The Words That Got to Me
your sleeve grazes mine too brief to mean anything too long to forget A beautifully expressed moment in time.
This was a super set of haikus - I loved the idea of an almost - relationship hovering on the edges of these tiny moments.
8/12/2026
It was both a challenge and very rewarding to work on this series. It is good to know others also find it enjoyable to read.
8/9/2026
The Words That Got to Me
I count your glances like footsteps to a locked door we never open wow. powerful
very poignant and touching ad beautifully expressed. You truly have a way with words, delightful to read, whatever the message.