Haikus are my coping mechanism
@dechaiku.bsky.social
Proud cis-het mom of queer & trans kids—seriously unclear on how so many let fear about people being different from one another scare them so badly. Taking it one day at a time under 47, but not lying down. Haikus are only part of my process.
The last secret binge
Now seventeen years ago
One day at a time.
Now seventeen years ago
One day at a time.
August 8, 2025 at 12:59 AM
The last secret binge
Now seventeen years ago
One day at a time.
Now seventeen years ago
One day at a time.
My father’s daughter:
It was easier to be
When he was around.
Loss’s wake unmoors
I drift in the open sea—
The route is unknown.
It was easier to be
When he was around.
Loss’s wake unmoors
I drift in the open sea—
The route is unknown.
July 14, 2025 at 1:43 AM
My father’s daughter:
It was easier to be
When he was around.
Loss’s wake unmoors
I drift in the open sea—
The route is unknown.
It was easier to be
When he was around.
Loss’s wake unmoors
I drift in the open sea—
The route is unknown.
I don’t love spiders
Their eyes, legs unnerve me
Still, glad they eat flies.
Their eyes, legs unnerve me
Still, glad they eat flies.
June 1, 2025 at 8:01 PM
I don’t love spiders
Their eyes, legs unnerve me
Still, glad they eat flies.
Their eyes, legs unnerve me
Still, glad they eat flies.
We, the good people
Of America, need help.
Please stop these guys, World.
Of America, need help.
Please stop these guys, World.
June 1, 2025 at 8:00 PM
We, the good people
Of America, need help.
Please stop these guys, World.
Of America, need help.
Please stop these guys, World.
May 26, 2025 at 6:38 PM
God’s song is love, love
We are all in that love song
We are being sung.
We are all in that love song
We are being sung.
May 22, 2025 at 10:53 PM
God’s song is love, love
We are all in that love song
We are being sung.
We are all in that love song
We are being sung.
When I sat bedside
I thought I was letting go.
Thinking’s not doing.
A wind blows through it—
This strange world without my dad—
Open space, empty.
I thought I was letting go.
Thinking’s not doing.
A wind blows through it—
This strange world without my dad—
Open space, empty.
April 22, 2025 at 3:33 AM
When I sat bedside
I thought I was letting go.
Thinking’s not doing.
A wind blows through it—
This strange world without my dad—
Open space, empty.
I thought I was letting go.
Thinking’s not doing.
A wind blows through it—
This strange world without my dad—
Open space, empty.
I’ve grieved a long time
Dementia takes them slowly
Still it hurts, this end
It’s liminal time
We wait without eagerness
For news we don’t want
Every moment
Wondering when my father
Will breathe his last breath
Dementia takes them slowly
Still it hurts, this end
It’s liminal time
We wait without eagerness
For news we don’t want
Every moment
Wondering when my father
Will breathe his last breath
March 15, 2025 at 12:38 PM
I’ve grieved a long time
Dementia takes them slowly
Still it hurts, this end
It’s liminal time
We wait without eagerness
For news we don’t want
Every moment
Wondering when my father
Will breathe his last breath
Dementia takes them slowly
Still it hurts, this end
It’s liminal time
We wait without eagerness
For news we don’t want
Every moment
Wondering when my father
Will breathe his last breath
He’s so strong of heart
His body will not let go
Of the soul it’s housed
His body will not let go
Of the soul it’s housed
March 13, 2025 at 12:50 AM
He’s so strong of heart
His body will not let go
Of the soul it’s housed
His body will not let go
Of the soul it’s housed
It is so so much
Singing to him through the night
It is grief and LOVE
Leaving a body
Strong enough to carry on
Is grueling work
At Papa’s bedside
I honor, a witness to,
Dying as labor
Singing to him through the night
It is grief and LOVE
Leaving a body
Strong enough to carry on
Is grueling work
At Papa’s bedside
I honor, a witness to,
Dying as labor
March 12, 2025 at 11:29 AM
It is so so much
Singing to him through the night
It is grief and LOVE
Leaving a body
Strong enough to carry on
Is grueling work
At Papa’s bedside
I honor, a witness to,
Dying as labor
Singing to him through the night
It is grief and LOVE
Leaving a body
Strong enough to carry on
Is grueling work
At Papa’s bedside
I honor, a witness to,
Dying as labor
I am uneasy
So much to grieve and to resist
I can barely breathe
So much to grieve and to resist
I can barely breathe
March 6, 2025 at 5:54 PM
I am uneasy
So much to grieve and to resist
I can barely breathe
So much to grieve and to resist
I can barely breathe
It is ironic.
Trump in bed with communists.
Is that what “great” means?
Trump in bed with communists.
Is that what “great” means?
March 5, 2025 at 3:28 AM
It is ironic.
Trump in bed with communists.
Is that what “great” means?
Trump in bed with communists.
Is that what “great” means?
U.S. suspends hope.
U.S. breaks good will and trust.
If U.S. means Trump.
U.S. breaks good will and trust.
If U.S. means Trump.
March 4, 2025 at 3:27 AM
U.S. suspends hope.
U.S. breaks good will and trust.
If U.S. means Trump.
U.S. breaks good will and trust.
If U.S. means Trump.
Is malice or pain
Behind the sad craven wish
That others suffer?
Behind the sad craven wish
That others suffer?
February 24, 2025 at 3:31 PM
Is malice or pain
Behind the sad craven wish
That others suffer?
Behind the sad craven wish
That others suffer?
February 23, 2025 at 5:48 PM
I only begrudge
Success that a person thinks
Solely his making
Success that a person thinks
Solely his making
February 23, 2025 at 5:43 PM
I only begrudge
Success that a person thinks
Solely his making
Success that a person thinks
Solely his making
When we treat children
With respect, they have respect
For others as well
With respect, they have respect
For others as well
February 23, 2025 at 5:36 PM
When we treat children
With respect, they have respect
For others as well
With respect, they have respect
For others as well
They’re Cybertruck nuts.
I mean, are there? There must be.
For macho tech bros?
I mean, are there? There must be.
For macho tech bros?
February 22, 2025 at 6:01 PM
They’re Cybertruck nuts.
I mean, are there? There must be.
For macho tech bros?
I mean, are there? There must be.
For macho tech bros?
Don’t be alarmist
But do give your attention.
Response, not panic
But do give your attention.
Response, not panic
February 20, 2025 at 8:18 PM
Don’t be alarmist
But do give your attention.
Response, not panic
But do give your attention.
Response, not panic
Fear is infectious
Protect yourself with small joys
In a pandemic
Protect yourself with small joys
In a pandemic
February 20, 2025 at 4:16 PM
Fear is infectious
Protect yourself with small joys
In a pandemic
Protect yourself with small joys
In a pandemic