In our December issue, we asked our staff to write a haiku about their 2018.
“Do better,” I said.
My nervousness palpable.
He kissed me again.
— Katie Molck, contributing writer
Freedom to travel.
Nashville, D.C., Chicago.
Next year? Look out, Spain.
— Alexandra Winters, assistant web editor
Tarifa skies flaunt
a mosaic of colors.
Kite-surfing splendor.
— Michelle Roeder, Louisville Tickets
A sunny season
with severe-weather warnings.
Somehow missed the storm.
— Maya O. McKenzie, editorial intern
Off to Louisville,
spreading my wings to soar far.
Adventure awaits.
— Dahlen Mitzalis, editorial intern
Mad as hell woman
tried to heal from news of hate
recording dream scenes.
— Suki Anderson, art director
Work, then wine. Kids whine.
Kids whine, work, then some more wine.
More wine before whine.
— Emily Douglas, advertising account executive
In the hills off Zorn,
post-Forecastle, um — rager?
That’s what the kids say?
— Josh Moss, editor
One Bendapudi.
Two in a row — LouCity.
Three for Justify.
— Matthew Barzun, publisher
Discreet trash panda
chews dog food in our kitchen,
thinks to poop outside.
— Jenni Laidman, writer at large
Kindergarten, yes.
Other one fails potty train.
What else did I do?
— Anne Marshall, senior writer
No Dad. No Grandpa.
Path of broken mirror glass.
Pierced soles raw, sparkling.
— Dylon Jones, web editor
My dear friends, now wed,
are starting to have children.
30 isn’t far.
— Mary Chellis Nelson, managing editor
This originally appeared in the December 2018 issue of Louisville Magazine under the headline To subscribe to Louisville Magazine, click here. [4] To find us on newsstands, click here. [5]
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