Here are a few new poems from this week.
I enjoy looking at real estate listings on the internet. (I especially love a 3D tour). Recently I saw a house in poor shape, overgrown shrubbery, cracked asphalt driveway – you know the kind of house I mean. Yet in some way, it seemed defiant, almost, in its decrepitude. I was thinking about this house when I wrote the first three poems for today.
Tanka 282
The house turned its back
Cold-shouldered its cowed neighbors
Angry solitude
preferred. On this dead end street
children say it is haunted.
11/23/21
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Haiku 942
Leaves in matted heaps
caught by the curb and left there
to rot. No one cares.
11/23/21
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Haiku 943
on the dead end street
solitary by design
the proud house snubs all
11/23/21
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In my childhood, if you burned yourself while cooking at my grandmother’s house, she administered first aid from a drawer right there on the spot in the kitchen.
Shadorma 390
Burn your hand
on the pie pan. Eat
a big slice
at dinner
the smell of aloe ointment
flavors every bite
11/22/21
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
Well I have just discovered another thing we have in common: I too like to snoop around real estate listings. I also follow an Instagram account that shares Cheap Old Houses and I annoy my husband endlessly by telling him how I would renovate the house and which room I would use for what purpose or saying “Just look at those pocket doors!” Maybe this is a form of mentally playing with a dollhouse?
I think it is all part of that house assortment of activities, definitely akin to playing with a dollhouse. Often if I am watching a movie or a TV show, later on I will check out the houses online in the city I’ve just been “visiting”.