Branches dissolving
As they descend into the
Acidic green lake
Blast from the Past:
Burnt red clay
And shards of glass
Where the world turned to salt and fire
04/13/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Year: 2025
04/12/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Are we the flaw in
In the equation,
Or is the equation
The flaw in our minds?
Blast from the Past:
Life, the perennial
Aberration from the
Mathematical ideal
04/11/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
An endless growth of
Pines, ferns, moss, and somehow
Many palm tree husks
A Posthumous Title: The temperate rain forest of New Zealand
Blast from the Past:
These forests of pillars
Now eroding stone in the
Summer wind and rain
(I wrote the first haiku above while on the road without enough internet access to post it day of, so I posted later when I internet.)
04/09/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Cacophony of
Vocalizations. Hysteria
Is sky-high.
(I wrote this haiku while on the road without enough internet access to post it day of, so I posted later when I internet.)
Blast from the Past:
Oh crowd, pushing me
And pulling me to and fro,
To where do you lead?
04/08/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Moments of potential
Become monuments to
Our dawning reality
(I wrote this haiku while on the road without enough internet access to post it day of, so I posted later when I internet.)
Blast from the past:
Nothing eases pain
But it’s moments that give hope
Be a good neighbor
04/07/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
The conscious mind wakes
To the potential dawning
Of reality
(I wrote this haiku while on the road without enough internet access to post it day of, so I posted later when I internet.)
Blast from the Past:
Hey, wakey wakey.
There’s eggs and bac-y. Well no,
But here’s a haiku.