Here are two haiku they accepted:
Have You Seen This Man?
After one year, the lawyer convinced me to edit our will. My will. After three years, I recycled your magazines: National Geographic, The Economist. Seven years. I started writing Christmas cards again, signing only my name. Eleven years. I clapped out your boots, caked dirt flying all over the porch. Fourteen years. I pack up your ties, your jeans. I fold your warmest sweaters.
empty clothes hanger