If Journaling Isn’t For You, Try Poetry

The constraints of haiku made writing for myself feel safe

I am an early riser — early enough to see a pink sky. Most mornings have the same rhythm: I feed my two cats, Kiki and Gigi, and then I pour myself a cup of coffee, brewed automatically at 5am. I add a generous splash of milk. Mug in hand, I sit down with my notebooks and computer, and I write for…