Tag Archives: Haiku

the change

30 Apr

I hold her, this self
I knew, too loosely. She slips,
one crack down her side.

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30 Apr

Introverts on break
pull energy from walls, re-
charging all the things.

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Morning

19 Apr

Exiting the train,
Witness to these new blossoms
Whispering, it seems.

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A Cupcake at the End of the Day

29 Apr

So, as you may or may not know, I work for a non-profit.

And every day at this non-profit, we try to do good in the world. We DO good in the world. And part of the good we do involves standing up against racism as it shows up in the care of new families during pregnancy, birth, breastfeeding, and early parenting.

Lately, we’re getting more explicit about this piece of the work and that’s good – very good – but it’s hard. For all of us. On staff. Because we’re looking harder at ourselves and at how we relate than we’ve ever looked before. And as we take on the challenges of our own racially-based assumptions – okay, I’ll speak clearly and directly and only for myself – sometimes, as I begin to recognize and dismantle my own assumptions, it seems as if the whole world I’ve known is now standing on its head. And I find this new upside down place rather difficult to navigate. Especially since the old world was pretty much built for me and my blonde hair and freckles.

And while I’m in it for the long haul and wouldn’t have it any other way, it’s from this upside down place that I offer this simple second-to-last-day-of-April Haiku:

Sometimes, at the end

of a prickly and painful

chat, a cupcake helps.

xo, Roi

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speed

25 Apr

White sports car, top down,

zips by me on the right. Warm

night. Chicago Spring.

 

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