My friend Andrew has embarked on a noble mission, to write a haiku every day for a year, chronicling the foibles of life in seventeen poignant syllables.

In this age of overwhelming bloviating, his zen-like approach to the news of the day is a quaint, reflective and usually quite humorous way to absorb the culture crashing down upon us.

Like putting prose into twitter, the snippets of wisdom, often twisting at the end, encapsulate ideas into neat packages of words.

Visit his site, HaikuLounge and contribute your own take on life. I have found it quite cathartic to distill thoughts into this lovely structure of syllables. An octopus correctly picks the world cup winner and Andrew is inspired:

Now I’ve seen it all:

A psychic cephalopod

Picks World Cup winners

Contemplating his new exercise routine, Andrew writes:

A new yoga mat

Turquoise, rolled up in plastic

Awaits my fat ass

On the recent glitch with the new iPhone he offers “ Ugling Ductling”:

Looking for duct tape

To repair your iPhone 4?

There’s an app for that

And covering the important news of the day, his post: “Levi Tripps, falls for Bristol”

Bristol warns Levi:

“Once we marry, there will be

No more Playgirl spreads!”

In my own humble attempt to join this worthy conversation, I offer this response:

Sarah Palin rants

Levi better keep on pants

Levi says: No chance!

So quit your twittering and start haikuing, or better yet, twitter your haikus. It may not change the world, but it may make you laugh, and what’s better than that!

Andrew W.M. Beierle is the author of The Winter of our Discoteque and First Person Plural.

Billy Howard

Billy Howard

Billy Howard is a commercial and documentary photographer with an emphasis on education and global health.

  1. Hot sweet red chiles
    Linger in our mouths and minds.
    Friends for all seasons.

    Porch swing moves as wind,
    Rain, lightning invade the yard
    Then there’s that tin roof.

    Also, “Moonlight in Vermont” is a wonderful haiku (minus the bar).

  2. Alex Kearns

    Writer pauses, unbearable burden.
    Too many words
    can silence the soul.

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