Friday, December 30, 2011


I do not want you
to sleep with her I want you.
What it means to tell. 

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

(that woman)

She's a dry cookie.
Lacerates fingers and throats.
No bend, but will break.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Friday, December 23, 2011

(in the meantime, please)

In the meantime, please.
Know that patience comes hard; know
God, that my heart aches.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

I am filled empty. 
Nothing left but silence. And
Memory. Too much.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Saturday, December 17, 2011

(it is our messiness that holds us together, OR this is how a heron builds its home)

"A newly built heron nest is nothing more than a few dozen twigs arranged in the crotch of a tree, a platform about 18 inches wide and so flimsy one can count the eggs from the ground. Over the years, as the birds add sticks that become glued together with gallons of guano, the nest grows into a massive structure solid enough to hold a man."

First: Gathering Times.
Tree's limbs spreading for the tribe. 
Shit, the glue that binds. 

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Friday, November 25, 2011

(the desire to give thanks, and other things) [in three parts]

Want fills to the deep.
For so many things; mostly
To give all away.

Why then this clinging!
Mistakes, mistook, mistaken:
Love is letting go.

Lately I am love.
I am the wanting and, yes
I, the salvation.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Friday, October 28, 2011

Monday, October 24, 2011

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Wednesday, October 5, 2011


Captive(ate) by(i-) lines
Do you appro- (dis)appear
I aim to kill (please)

Monday, October 3, 2011

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Friday, September 30, 2011

(Musical Mash-ups III (the time it takes to change))*

don't trade, don't I don't
if I lose you in the street
break my mind, break it

*with thanks and attributions owed to Life Without Buildings

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Monday, September 26, 2011

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Saturday, September 17, 2011

(Musical Mash-ups II: you were on a stage)*

Swinging your guitar
Around the world they wanted
What you did not owe

*with thanks and attributions owed to Cat Power

Thursday, September 15, 2011

(Musical Mashups I: and you see that they're beautiful)*

Birds can fly so high.
"What are you talking about?"
She said. He said, "You."

*with thanks and attributions owed to Kate Nash

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Friday, September 9, 2011

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

(oh holy)

oh music move me
oh move swell burst not-quite burst
oh filled, feeling

Saturday, September 3, 2011

(Hanuman (1))

Low son of the wind--
Thinking light a mango, ripe
Eats, and binds the day

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Blog update

Hello dear readers,

With great regret-- and with great apology for the time lapsed-- I must inform you that Lunch Break Haiku (if you hadn't deduced it already) will unfortunately be on temporary hiatus until (most likely) the end of the summer. While I was supposed to have regular internet access during my summer employment, it turns out that in reality I have virtually no internet access. I will continue to post updates if and when an opportunity arises, but for the time being regular posting will be an impossibility. Daily haikus will recommence-- with great jubilation!-- at the end of August. Thank you for your patience. Please do come back.

Light and love,

L.V. Newc

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

(lifeguarding- #1)

Sunshine. Kids paddling.
Two docks bob by the shore.
Sound: water splashing.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Friday, June 17, 2011

(the end of the day)

Bowls placed in cupboards.
Late-night kitchen, dim light, still.
Woman sighs, softly.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

(a study in digraphs)

Breath churns acrid smoke.  
The scent of chilies burning.
Charred wet eyes implode.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Blog update

Dear (dear dear) readers,

As of today (Friday, June 10), Lunch Break Haiku will, most likely, be updated during the weekdays only (this means 5 posts-- or 85 syllables-- per week, instead of the usual 7). For the next couple of weeks, the timing of these weekday posts may stretch the bounds of what could reasonably be called "the lunch hours," as I sort out a new lifestyle in a new environment. That said, I look forward to continuing the (fledgling) tradition of haiku writing on this blog, and I so very much appreciate everyone's readership and support.

With light,

L.V. Newc

(moving to Maine)

Cold city living.
Now rain, light. Now earth rising.
Mountains call me home.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Monday, June 6, 2011

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Saturday, June 4, 2011

(she pools sad petals)

She pools sad petals.
Kneels head bowed, white weeping draped.
Mountain of flowers.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

(spring storm)

Thunder, my top hat.
Lightning pinstripes slick-sheened limbs.
I am dressed with rain.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Sunday, May 29, 2011

(lest ye be judged)

Do not judge that man,
Who falls deep asleep in church.
Perhaps he dreams God.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Friday, May 27, 2011

Thursday, May 26, 2011


Boy you toy with me.
Douse me in warm-cold water.
Watch me gasp, dripping.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

(first roots, then)

Looking down, walking.
Saw roots, beginnings of trees.
Saw, and raised her head.

Monday, May 23, 2011

(bring everywhere)

Bring everywhere:
A right approach, Sight, paper.
Pens. Your heart. Some snacks.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

(in this I see)

There's a part that sheds.
And a part that's there, after.
In this I see God. 

Saturday, May 21, 2011

(marries the wind)

Her mouth, hands were leaves.
Fluttering shaking, dance. Fall. 
Wind picks up, she's gone.

Friday, May 20, 2011

(you mar yourself)

I am stuck angry.
Can't sleep, breathe, or let it go.
Gone, still you mar me.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

(number 28)

Say what you mean, please.
No more caterpillar lies.
Unwrap them. Let fly.

Monday, May 16, 2011

(walking in public)

Men's eyes possess me.
Change my gait, shy, grow smaller.
Still they undress me.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

(spring dropping)

Death swells the water.
Trash flows putrid-hot thru streets.
And flower petals.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Friday, May 13, 2011

(tire metaphors)

Rubber heart deflates.
Patches, plugs, inner linings.
Dealing with punctures.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Monday, May 9, 2011

(late learning)

I ran so hard, then.
Hurt my legs, my lungs, it all.
No choice, now, but slow.

Sunday, May 8, 2011


Yes, child, chaos reigns.
Still this boundless sky's contained.
See? You are the frame.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Friday, May 6, 2011

(what it is to believe it)*

Unbearable weight.
She says, I am loved, she says.
Then sinking, then light.

*Thanks, Mae :)

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

(for kind Frank)

He said, "Hi there stars.
And they were gone."  Yes, ache, but
He spoke up. To stars.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Monday, April 25, 2011

(bird watcher)

Long time: hated birds.
Now I think, I was jealous.
They can fly. Me too.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Saturday, April 23, 2011

(any time is lunch time on a Saturday)

Pine needles grown hard.
Thin scent fills cracks in the door.
Christmas, though it's spring.

Friday, April 22, 2011


Rooms familiar, strange.
My parents' house is not home.
The dog sleeps, grows old.

The inaugural (April 21, 2011)

Tea, water lukewarm.
Sachet twirling up, and down.
Mud brown dust settles.