Pandemic, Haiku Per Day

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for the tick I found on my neck “I’m sorry you were born into this,” I sigh — prayers before the murder. […]

for Mother Earth “Don’t worry about me,” she says, “I’ll be here long after you’re dust.” Love0 Share Tweet

for Kristin George Bagdanov The architecture of your hand builds me from the ashes I’ve become. Love0 Share Tweet

The gulf between thrills stretches ever further — the pandemic splits Love0 Share Tweet

And just as soon, in a minute’s time, the check is gone – dust in the sky. Love0 Share Tweet

Where I never want to be again: waiting for that check to arrive. Love0 Share Tweet

Death is always in the background; it’s just that now, He’s a lot closer. Love0 Share Tweet

I know another week has passed me by the day the garbage truck comes. Love0 Share Tweet

for Jack Kerouac distanced Easter – the moon in the […]

the rainy day paints quarantine extra shades […]

Bunkering down in fear and loathing… We need you Hunter. Love0 Share Tweet

Watching the news – and they’re still throwing pills our way. Love0 Share Tweet

To the people who eat me… “There is a lot of food in the cupboards. If you eat me, spare the cats.” […]

I wonder, what am I capable of, if it really came down to that? Love0 Share Tweet

For some reason these silly commercials seem so insignificant. Love0 Share Tweet

For the first time in my life, I wish I owned a gun… or maybe two. Love0 Share Tweet