12/23/24 Haiku for the Day

Hair stood up, chapped lips,
Foggy brain, drooped eyes, parched throat,
Itchy crotch, moist socks

Posthumous title: Several Days in InternationalĀ Airports

Blast from the Past:

Lines of bright roads on
The dark landscape, like the veins
Of their society

12/15/24 Haiku for the Day

This taste of fire is
Overwhelming, but there’s still
Saliva to scold

Blast from the past:

A line of barbed wire
Divides this world and the next:
A painful crossing

This image that you see above somehow encapsulates what I was trying to say with both haikus perfectly. To me, it shows the flourishes of tasting fire I write about in the first haiku and the barbed wire divide I discuss in the second one. You can find it here (https://unsplash.com/photos/an-abstract-painting-of-a-variety-of-colors-OJ2_Tl2TVG0)