Meg Hersman

Hurkle-Durkle Haiku - 02.14.26 (3/3)

Fuck off, limerence
Time to be obsessed with me
For once in my life

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Hurkle-Durkle Haiku - 02.14.26 (2/3)

I snoozed your story
To protect my own soft heart
God, I miss your face.

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Hurkle-Durkle Haiku - 2.14.26 (1/3)

St Valentine’s Day
Woke to sounds of cats, fucking
Under my window

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Hurkle-Durkle Haiku - 11/16/25 (4/4)

At the weirdest times
The psychic validation
Keeps coming my way

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Hurkle-Durkle Haiku - 11/16/25 (3/4)

The rollercoaster
That is November weather —
I want off the ride

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Hurkle-Durkle Haiku - 11/16/25 (2/4)

Bonding ritual
A wine hangover shadow
Survived ladies’ night

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Hurkle-Durkle Haiku - 11/16/25 (1/4)

The inner critic
Sunday morning lies in wait
For screen time report

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Hurkle-durkle Haiku - 04/13 (2/2)

Bats on Montrose Ave
A backdrop of full Pink Moon
Spring, at last, arrives

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Hurkle-durkle Haiku - 04/13 (1/2)

Time-lapse cherry trees
Blossoming deep in my core
At the thought of you

“Maybe the ice has gone out since you last looked, or the red-wings have come back, or the fiddleheads have begun to straighten their necks. There’s plenty going on.”

Jane Kenyon

I don’t understand all the fuss about nepo babies. Every dentist I’ve ever met was a nepo baby.

Hurtle-Durkle Haiku - 03/03/25

O’Hare awaits me
Liffey-bank sunset tomorrow
Vacation, at last

I’ve been obsessed with the moon since I was a baby. As a small child, I thought it was because I was destined to be an astronaut. Now I know it’s just because I’m a witch. 🤷🏻‍♀️

ACOTAR just got much funnier after I learned that “cauldron” is also the collective noun for a group of bats.

Bonus mid-week Haiku:

Left knee pepper mill
Sounds of descending the stairs
Welcome, thirty-nine

Hurkle-Durkle Haiku - 2/23/25 (3/3)

Quick winter birdsong
Fleeting hallucination
Spring fever begins

Hurkle-Durkle Haiku - 2/23/25 (2/3)

Hobbies abandoned
Uncompleted cross-stitch taunts
Finish it one day?

Hurkle-Durkle Haiku - 2/23/25 (1/3)

Avoidant all week
Responsibilities hide
Sundays devour me

Hurkle-Durkle Haiku - 2/16/25 (5/5)

All socks have matches
A triumph of laundry day
Joys of middle age

Hurkle-Durkle Haiku - 2/16/25 (4/5)

The snake plant survives
Drought, darkness, breakups, neglect
My queen of houseplants

Hurkle-Durkle Haiku - 2/16/25 (3/5)

Oh! There you are, me
Abuse hid me from myself
Finding my way back

Hurkle-Durkle Haiku 2/16/25 (2/5)

Introvert, my ass
Crave the presence of others
Feel human again

Hurdle Durkle Haiku 2/16/25 (1/5)

Books beckon backward
Unanswered childhood calling
Drowned out - never gone