Throwback Thursday is a gimmick permitting the repurposing of old material. Having sold you old rope earlier this week with the annual holiday cautions, I plainly have no shame. So today's throwback Thursday offering is a selection of previously published haiku on the editor's lot.
Regard the comma,
apt with the compound sentence,
not with compound verbs.
The patient labor
of the lexicographer
embiggens our tongue.
So sweeping the claims,
so erratic the result —
Wikipedia.
A reporter's hand
reaches for a thesaurus;
screams die in my throat.
In the intern's work
commas cluster on the page,
sprinkled like pepper.
Thirty-four inches
on education reform—
caffeine's not enough.
The bureau's story
matches its budgeted length.
My eyes fill with tears.
This story's first graph
runs for forty-seven words.
Time to turn the page.
Proud writer inquires,
Don't you find this lyrical?
Shoot me in the head.