August 31, 2020September 1, 2020Self-Realization 244. They say it’s never too late to save yourself… I humbly disagree. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 30, 2020September 3, 2020Human Condition, Self-Realization 243. The hard part: waiting till time dulls the pain to a manageable ache. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 29, 2020September 1, 2020Political / Social 242. Look at the puppets: Their plastic hair! Their fake stares! Their wooden clapping! Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 28, 2020August 29, 2020#blacklivesmatter, Daily Haiku, Political / Social 241. Just remember the vigilantes of the past are now patriots. Love1 Share Tweet Read more
August 27, 2020August 28, 2020Moments of Life, Political / Social 240. The hateful attacks on truth and facts – wilting the trembling roses. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 26, 2020August 28, 2020Daily Haiku, Favorites, Human Condition 239. It’s really just one big wave washing over eternity Love1 Share Tweet Read more
August 25, 2020August 28, 2020#blacklivesmatter, Political / Social 238. This is how it ends – Democracy – choking on tear gas in the streets. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 24, 2020August 28, 2020"Short Story", Moments of Life 237. First mistake on the first page of my first notebook in months. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 23, 2020August 28, 2020Daily Haiku, Moments of Life 236. Endless waves of billowing comforter mock my racing mind… Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 22, 2020August 29, 2020Human Condition, To the Masters 235. for Haruki Murakami Time moves like a wagon with a loose axle – towards the final stop. Love1 Share Tweet Read more
August 21, 2020August 28, 2020"Short Story", To the Masters 234. for Haruki Murakami At the bottom of a deep, dark well – I am become a shadow. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 20, 2020August 28, 2020Nature 233. The lapping water whisp’ring all there is to know of time, space, hunger. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 19, 2020August 28, 2020Moments of Life, Nature 232. Tip-toeing from rock to rock. At the end of the pier: the sea, the stars. Love1 Share Tweet Read more
August 18, 2020August 28, 2020Human Condition, Self-Realization 231. Everything gets stagnate if you have it every day. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 17, 2020Daily Haiku, Human Condition, Political / Social 230. Strike your best pose and be sure to gaze lovingly into the light. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 16, 2020August 17, 2020Political / Social, Self-Realization 229. The cackling masses. Myself? I’m laughing along – Narcissus bemused. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 15, 2020August 17, 2020Moments of Life, Nature 228. The sobbing face amidst the leaves. Bees. Life humming a tune. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 14, 2020August 16, 2020Daily Haiku, Nature 227. Fiery electromagnetic cauldron; 94 million miles — good morning shadow dance Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 13, 2020August 14, 2020"Short Story", Moments of Life 226. Kneeling on the floor; my timid plate of dinner, acquiescing fork. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 12, 2020August 14, 2020Moments of Life 225. The conversation leading into this coincidence. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 11, 2020August 12, 2020Self-Realization 224. Come and kiss me – I’m beautifully twisted – just the right torture you need. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 10, 2020"Short Story", Daily Haiku, Moments of Life 223. I lay staring through her foreground’s brown blurry curls— past the ceiling: stars. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 9, 2020August 10, 2020Human Condition, Nature 222. Why do we fear death? We’re all phoenixes risen from the ash of stars. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 8, 2020August 10, 2020"Short Story", Nature 221. Watching cloud shadows from this hilltop… The only thing missing is you. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 7, 2020August 10, 2020Nature 220. I am wondering why so many flies die in lines of haiku. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 6, 2020August 10, 2020Human Condition, To the Masters 219. for Gregory Corso Always the back of Allen and Jack; laughter dies long after the jest. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 5, 2020August 10, 2020Human Condition 218. Underneath all the tired songs: that same age-old yearning for grace land. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 4, 2020August 4, 2020Daily Haiku, Pandemic, Self-Realization, To the Masters 217. for Kristin George Bagdanov The architecture of your hand builds me from the ashes I’ve become. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 3, 2020August 4, 2020Daily Haiku, Self-Realization, To the Masters 216. for Margaret Gibson Cursed by perfect – and dwindling lives – but sometimes the making is enough. Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 2, 2020August 3, 2020Nature 215. layers of life sky hawk dragonfly hummingbird human ant worm — light Love0 Share Tweet Read more
August 1, 2020August 3, 2020Daily Haiku, Human Condition 214. So difficult to mourn the ashes while the wildfires still rage. Love1 Share Tweet Read more
