Great Uncle

Great Uncle I am four or five. It is warm and the fragrance of the blooming privet hedge tickles my nose. Visiting Grandma, which happens often, she lives only blocks from our house, my mother’s Uncle Willie is at home when we arrive. He is old with a surprisingly full head of gray hair and […]

OK. So. I’m. Intolerant.



how I must run for cover

when you shine


her tongue says yes

but her stomach says no

to ice cream


walking away

from bigoted conversation

zero tolerance


©2013 Wabi Sabi

For Carpe Diem ‘intolerance’  I am finding the prompts  this month very challenging.  I have no shortage of commentary on the nuances of these words.   However, a comment does not a haiku make!  Still, I offer up my poems – haiku or not – for your perusal.  Thank you for reading!