UF, UF, UF. PNR, HR, Sci-Fi, finding a bit more YA that I enjoy. Mystery, crime, detective shit. Have recently figured out I'm not really a contemporary romance gal. I like smut but am not really into erotica. Oh, did I mention UF?
A while ago I came across a post regarding how the reader could not enjoy poetry. Now I'm no poet, I can hardly make rhyme in my own spare time (ha ha), but there is so much more to poems than rhyming. It's emotion, it's playing with words and sound, it's so much more.
I remarked then about some old, old haikus, written by Japanese women, that stilled my heart and made me itch all over because of the romance or the threat of death. (Yeah it's never a good time for women) I can't find that small tome so I offer this less than lovely link. Written by one of the foremost woman romance haiku authors, Basho is relentless.
Will you turn toward me?
I am lonely, too,
this autumn evening.