My grandmother's smile
Menacing with clarity
All else grows fuzzy

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I’ve come to the conclusion that picking up poetry, no matter what your primary form of writing, is a great way to keep your skills sharp. Even on busy days, you can try to dash off some poetry to remember what’s like to choose words.

For the busiest days, haiku are best of all, as they really so short. Teaches you to drill down on what you MUST say to say it.

In this case, as a lover of spooky things, I wanted to evoke a feeling of dread when looking at a photograph. The one in this poem is probably haunted, but I remember having the same confusion and fear when I was extremely young and saw a photo of my parents as children. What had happened to those children?