Here are the haiku…

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It’s raining, sleeting, snowing…a wintry mix in the classic genre. I went to a great meeting at noon and then to the local food store to return some Brussel sprouts. We had accidentally doubled up on our lists…No worries.

If I don’t post before the Big Day…Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Here are the haiku…

#98.
Rain sounds like popcorn
popping against my window.
Suddenly it stops.

#134.
It sounds like hard rain
beating down in that soft way
that soaks everything.

#160.
Windswept and aching,
sightless windows stare blindly
at winters prairie.

Johnnyboy

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Johnnyboy is a queer recovering alcoholic. For the moment he is also the primary caregiver for his mother, who suffers from age-related cognitive impairment. She is happy as a lark and is surrounded by a crew of sober women which gives him the freedom he needs to get out of town. When he is not at home in Somewheresville, he is searching out the proper path to travel for happiness and joy. He is a photographer who believes in the digital age, but feels that film is still where its at. He has a darkroom and works in it. He is single and is in remarkably great physical condition for all the damage he has submitted his body to. His cardiologist is very happy. Johnnyboy is over the age of 35.