2026 - The Cracked Door

04/26/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

The indelible
Agency within their stories,
Found in translation

Blast from the past:

Magical realism:
When your story becomes a
Fawn and flies away

Looking down the edge
For a foothold that won’t slide
As the world spins round

Blast from the past:

Don’t climb those distant
Mountains. Just turn your molehills
Into thrilling quests.

Even at the desk,
Sitting with my coworkers
I long for my office.

Blast from the past:

If telling me what
To do’s your only technique,
That’s bad management.

One imprint after
Another laid on sand that
The waves take away

Blast from the past:

May the waves of the
Abysmal future be less
Choppy then they look.

You can’t be your best
Person in a place you are
Trying to outgrow.

Blast from the Past:

It’s just me and you
What you water’s what you grow
Growing without you

Through rushes of fire,
Bits turn into the objects
Of glass we all know

Blast from the Past:

Do not use the past
If you would like to know who
I truly am now

Full enlightenment
Opening the lid, conscious
Veiled by no shadow

Blast from the Past:

Faith without doubt is dead, either toxic dogmatism or an insipid mirage.