When living alone
Convince me I’m not crazy
Tell yourself you’re sane
Tag Archives: writing
Haiku #28: Near-Sleep Walking
My bladder is full
Eyes barely open as I
Stumble through the house
Haiku #27: Dust
When I turn to dust
May I ask for a favor?
Use me to make stars
Haiku #26: Bucket List
See my Bucket List?
Places. Events. Memories.
Dare I ask? Join me.
Haiku #23
Two battle within
Who will win? It’s up to you
Don’t sit back again
Haiku #19
Downloading again
How can this be illegal
When it’s so easy?
Haiku #18
Beautiful Women
Faking it for the day’s ads
Misleading our youth
Haiku #17
The café’s empty
Sitting alone with coffee
Today I’m waiting
A short hiatus
Sorry for disappearing for the past couple weeks. I’ve been figuring out life now that the crazy summer schedule is done. It’s hard to get used to how little there work there is everyday. I’ve found myself wishing I had more to do everyday. Well…maybe I will do more writing. I’m slowing finding things to work on, but in the meantime, I have plenty of story ideas and poems that have been piling up inside my mind. I have been working on one piece of Flash Fiction the past couple days. Here it is. I hope you like it.
This Feels Like Posh Corps
So I attended The First Annual El Jadida Grand Prix today. We found a good spot at a corner and watched rally cars take the 300-degree turn at speeds that would make my car back home flip. It was fascinating to see. I’ve never been to anything like that–even in The States. I suddenly realized what Posh Corps means. While most of the people in the Peace Corps experience poverty and constrained diets, I am living in a metropolitan city…and a three minute walk from a large super market. For the most part, I am in the Posh Corps. Though Posh Corps does have it’s downsides….namely harassment.
Anyway, today is Day Four of The 50-Day Memory Challenge. This one is a strange one from 2010.
Richard T. Reilly 