A haiku I wrote about meditation (or about my sink) was published in the Spring-Summer 2015 issue of Modern Haiku. Check it out!
Anger is like that sweater you hand-washed
and then hung on the line outside.
You are certain it’s clean
and pretty sure it's finally dry.
But every time you go to take it down
bring it to your room
and fold it away for good
to your amazement
it is still sopping wet.