a warning (in haiku)

national novel writing month begins again tomorrow - let
the annual torrent of words tumble forth from the fingers !
call us lunatics, call us heroes, call us a cab; but if we do
inscribe our 50,000 words in 30 days, call us NOVELISTS!

for today, i warmed up with something hard, a haiku.
you can (and i did) write a hundred thousand words of
self-indulgent prose and call it a novel, trying to tell the
story of a love in vain. that's easy. to say it in seventeen syllables,
that's harder. here's my attempt-

A Warning: (in haiku)
Careful, kissing frogs.
I turned one into a prince,
then he ran. The toad !!!

couched in the most comfortable terms

home at last

it's really comfy here. after all those years of living large in quaint but
tiny 19th century flats in san francisco, having a bedroom three times the size of any i
ever had in the city is a great thing to have gained in this move up to
the wine country.

a friend came over and took it into her hands to move things around and organize
as she saw fit, she's a force of nature. she moved me into this house, in fact.
she was here a few days ago, and fretted: 'you really need a comfy chair right there,'
the essential need and the obvious lack just really distressed her, it had to be fixed.
next thing i know, out of nowhere, this beautiful down filled couch, a lovely soothing
shade of spring green, upholstered in a delicate leafy pattern in silky brocade, and just
as comfy as it is attractive- it showed up on the well, for free; and another very kind
friend snagged it for me and brought it up here. i love people who just make things
happen like that.

so, one and all, come hang out in my groovy upstairs lounge in napa town.