I will be making a Haiku out of lines from my own Micro Fiction which is in the last blog. I will also be composing a Found Poem from 10 of my Tweets from Twitter.

Wrong Way

The window is open,

12:57 stares at me.

This is my stop, empty.



these are the tweets I used:
jar2389 jorie rao

got a paper cut today. not fun.

jar2389 jorie rao

my living room is a mess, not a fan #twitterive #wrt2

jar2389 jorie rao

the edu lab it quiet except for the clicking of my own keyboard as i write this #twitterive #wrt2

jar2389 jorie rao

The jeep has bumper stickers, but not on the bumper. I have put a few on there. #twitterive

jar2389 jorie rao

A story is something that constantly unfolds.--Tarentino #twitterive

jar2389 jorie rao

this was in someones bathroom. it made me laugh #twitterive http://twitpic.com/3vl12y

jar2389 jorie rao

sunsets, red bulls and your hand in mine. I'd travel anywhere as long as you smile #twitterive

jar2389 jorie rao

the dirty floor mats in your car, the broken cupholder, the loose change in my hand. its taking its toll. #twitterive

jar2389 jorie rao

faded tans and leftover shells from where the ocean meets the land #twitterive Im california dreamin on such a winters day



1989 Jeep Cherokee Laredo

Sunsets,

Red Bull’s

and your hand in mine.

 I'd travel anywhere as long as you smile.

Familiar place:

the jeep has bumper stickers, but

not on the bumper. It made me laugh.

The dirty floor mats in your car,

the broken cup holder

and the  loose change in my hand.

It’s taking its toll.

It’s old, a mess.

We drive a lot.

Quiet, except for

faded tans and leftover shells

from where the ocean meets the land.

A story is something that

constantly unfolds.