Writer’s paradox
Literature simulates life
Impossible shepherds
Blast from the Past:
Graphic medicine
Eye of a budding writer
I’m so sick of words
05/04/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Year: 2025
05/03/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
More adventures will
Be there for you tomorrow.
Now go get some sleep.
Blast from the Past:
Drifting into sleep
Finally after a long day
Losing consciousness
05/02/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Inscrutable hours
This morning now emerging
Inexplicable boredom
Blast from the Past:
It’s great to feel
Useless. Nothing like boredom
For your subconscious.
05/01/25 A New Poem for a New Day
The real rulers of
New Zealand, in control of
Everything: the birds.
Blast from the Past:
Birds have never known
Borders, governments, or laws
And look how they soar
04/30/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Meaningless blue sky
Boredom of discovering
I am what I see
Blast from the Past:
Oh to the great hunt,
But when I catch it, I’m bored.
Forever chasing.
04/29/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Fog rising up the
Mountain’s face, revealing the
Lush valley beneath
Blast from the Past:
The waters runs off
Into the mist
From which it came
04/28/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
All life is a dream
Nostalgia’s impotence
Beauty all alone
Blast from the Past:
Reclusively you
The dream is different here
It’s a state of mind