Out from the world of
Mud, moss, and mush bursts forward
One excited dog
Blast from the Past:
Tail wagging, bouncing
A fury of excitement
But barking meanly
04/27/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Year: 2025
04/26/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Movie-making is
All about the magic of
Clever illusions
Blast from the Past:
Stuck here as I race
At the speed of light in my
Imagination
04/25/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Revival service
Wind swept, leaving it empty
Of heaven and hell
Blast from the Past:
The spirit has left,
Took the last train out of here,
Since we founded Rome.
04/24/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
The mountain beckons.
The clouds warn. A storm’s coming.
Best to know your path.
Blast from the Past:
Scaling the mountain
Rainy, slippery, wishing
Humans had four legs
04/23/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Show me your tears
And I will show you how I can cry with you.Show me your anger
And I will help you flip tables.Show me your joy
And I will show you how I can smile with youShow me your fear
And I will show you how I try to convince myself that I am secureSing me your song
And I will provide its darker melodyShow me your dance
And I will make you look even more elegant as I stumble along with youShow me your grief,
And I will ponder what was lost with youShow me your hopes and dreams,
And I will bask in their glory with youShow me your worries,
And I will tell you which ones scare me tooShow me your mind,
And I will run mental loops around you until we are both confusedShow me your love,
And I will counter it with my ownLean on me,
And I will show you how to lean on no one else ever again
Blast from the Past:
Would you still love me
If the sun dies out and our
Corpses are frozen?
04/22/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Circling down down
The abyss descending down
The light guides the way
Blast from the Past:
Where does the river end?
The cavern of water from whence
Water gushes forth.
04/21/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Its calm, slow waters
And meandering bank hide its
Secret personhood
(This one is about the Whanganui River.)
Blast from the Past:
Fumble through the fog.
Rivers go where the waters flood.
Vanish into dark.