I live my life working with my hands: stitching fabric and yarn, tending herbs and flowers, digging into the soft, slow work of making a life. Dreaming in Haiku is a place where I write from the quieter places, those softly lit, indigo and gold corners of my world. This space is about memory and nature, tiny joys and tender reckonings. It’s how I remind myself to breathe gently in a world that constantly shouts.
Think of this place as the attic of the heart: a little dusty, a little dreamy, humming with deeper life, and maybe a ghost or two. Here, you’ll find haiku, micro-poems, prose reflections, and quiet truths stitched from spirit, memory, and the mundane magic of living. It’s the pause between rows, the breath before a thought takes shape. It’s a place to sit with what doesn’t quite fit into prose: fragments of memory, wonderings, small epiphanies that drift in seventeen syllables, or sometimes longer.
I write from the edges of things like lavender-tinted dusk light through a curtain, birdsong over coffee, the bittersweet ache of remembering. Sometimes personal, sometimes poetic, always honest. Haiku, for me, is a constant, a quiet echo from the depths of the everyday. I first stumbled upon the form in junior high, captivated by its simplicity and power. Since then, it’s become a thread running through my life, my poems often born from fragments, dreamt snippets drifting through the mind, that form constellations in the night sky.
My degrees in Literature and Writing shaped the way I see the world with curiosity, reflection, and always searching for meaning in quiet spaces. A deep love for the Concord school of the 19th century, Thoreau, Emerson, and the eerie horror stories penned by Louisa May Alcott, colors my vision and sensitivities. The raw, unflinching voices of women writers from the Beat Generation, whose words ignited something in me as a young reader, cause me to scream my existence through the page. These are the thinkers who taught me to pause and see, to look at life differently.
It is through this literary lens that I step into the world of haiku. My poems often come in fragments, like constellations gathering meaning over time. Haiku is my practice of quiet, of being in the moment and letting small, tender pieces of life speak.
Thank you for finding your way here.
