True Life and Fiction

Today, I am posting a haiku about writing a haiku. How's that for irony, or is is coincidence, or juxtaposition? Maybe my daily haiku will become deeper, more meaningful as I get the hang of this style of poetry. Anyway, here it is for your reading pleasure.

So, I've decided to test the waters and try to create a new Haiku every day until further notice.  A grand undertaking considering my history with consistent blogging. I thought it appropriate that my first effort should be about typewriters and in typecast form. Here goes:

The excerpt today begins a new chapter. New characters will be introduced in the coming weeks. "I see you like to ride in class," Alexis said jokingly, as Frost opened the passenger-side door of his truck for her. The door springs creaked and something made a sort of metallic popping noise as he forced it open. "Hey, don't knock it," he said. "It gets me from A to B." She crawled into the middle of the bench seat and Becky sat beside her. Frost jumped in the driver's side and shut the door with a hollow thump. They drove the short distance down South Boulevard to an all-night diner, the light from the big yellow square-lettered sign diffused through the truck's dirty windshield as they pulled into a parking spot. Frost ran ahead and held the door open for them. "Such a gentleman," Becky said, as the two girls tried to squeeze through the door at the same time. "It's just the way my momma raised me," Frost sa...

Working on something now. Sorry to be so anti-social but sometimes life just gets in the way of posting on my blog. Hold on folks, I'll be back in the world soon.

Sam was washing glasses, trying to keep up with the busy night, when Knuckles left his table and came to the bar, leaning over it and motioning him close. "Who's the new girl?" "That's Paulina, our new waitress," Sam said, already suspecting Knuckles' motivation. "Why, did you have a problem with her?" "No," Knuckles snorted. "No problem at all. In fact, I'd like to see more of her." "What do you mean?" Sam knew exactly what he meant, and he didn't like it one bit. "I mean, can she dance?" "I didn't hire her to dance," Sam said. "I need a good waitress, and she's the best I've had in here in a long time." "Why don't you take that stick of a girl, Becky, and put her on the floor taking orders, and put Paulina on the stage." Knuckles gestured toward Paulina, making a sweeping motion toward the stage. "That woman's got some meat on...