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Monday, September 27, 2004

The Sweet Taste of Victory

Or at least runner-up to victory.

I got a runner up prize in the Ace of Spades haiku contest. Here is my entry:


Snow on Mt. Fuji
Settles soft and white, like death,
Like burnt memo ash.

I'm honored, but considering that my prize is the chance to massage Oliver Willis' feet. Hmm, I may have to decline for ... um, artistic reasons. Yeah, that should work.

Actually, I thought my best one was this untitled entry:

Haiku experts tell me
That this poem has the requisite
Number of syllables.

Oh, well. There's no accounting for taste, I suppose.