Thursday, October 30, 2014

haiku

 
 
Crossing the river
 
recalls childhood leaf races
 
at the old footbridge.
 
Photo by: Osquer (Point Park underpass, Pittsburgh PA)

 

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Polar Vortex Haiku


Stuck in traffic on

the West End Bridge, couldn't see

Pittsburgh for the snow!

Photo by: Osquer


Friday, March 14, 2014

haiku


Celebrating PI

Day with an asparagus

and bacon quiche. Yum!

photo and quiche by: Osquer


Friday, February 21, 2014

haiku

 
The snow melts outside
 
while inside butter melts for
 
spanakopita.
 
Photo by: Osquer
Spanakopita by: Nanny

 

Thursday, February 13, 2014

tanka


Arctic seagulls, now

vacationing in Pittsburgh,

come to the suburbs

where a kind Polish lady

scatters bread to feed the birds.

Photo by: Osquer

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Polar Vortex Haiku


cold enough to make

folding fresh laundry more a

pleasure than a chore

Photo and laundry by: Osquer


Monday, January 27, 2014

haiku

 
I smell the butter.
 
Biscuits bake while the wind whines
 
for crumbs at my door.
 
Photo by: Osquer

 

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Polar Vortex Haiku


How cold is it? Cold

enough to freeze your snowglobe!

No, literally!

Photo by: Osquer
(snowglobe frozen in shipping)


Tuesday, January 07, 2014

Polar Vortex haiku

sunk in a warm bath

while simultaneously

having a cold nose


Sunday, January 05, 2014

haiku (for Marley Rain)

 
Anxious as I am
 
to see you blossom, the world
 
is too cold a place.
 
Photo by: Osquer

 

Friday, January 03, 2014

Limerick (inspired by Edward Lear)

There was a fat man from Belize

Whose doorway was quite a tight squeeze.

When they said, "Lose some weight,"

He replied, "I just ate,

But pass the dessert, if you please."


Sunday, July 28, 2013

tanka

Saw the woman of

my dreams.  Then I noticed her

left hand, and all I

could do was hope that she was

the woman of his dreams, too.


Tuesday, July 09, 2013

haiku

I turned, cringing at

the sound of a familiar

voice I'd once so loved.


Friday, June 14, 2013

55 Fiction Friday - A True Story (for "Chippy")


The chipmunk scampered between the tomato plants. Looking around carefully, he quickly buried a mouthful of seeds in the soft earth.

The last planting had come up beautifully.  Then those pesky humans had pulled up his lovely seedlings.  If he was only bigger, he'd dig up their gardening efforts and see how they liked it!

 
Photos by: Osquer
Gardening by "Chippy" and Osquer's parents