
Nothing is harder
Than actually walking in
Someone else’s shoes
Blast from the Past:
Judging another
It is a lot of work and
Rarely worth the time.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

Nothing is harder
Than actually walking in
Someone else’s shoes
Blast from the Past:
Judging another
It is a lot of work and
Rarely worth the time.

When you look back on
Your life, your dreams and longings
Distort through time’s lens.
Blast from the Past:
The tighter my grip
The looser is my control
Life explodes from this.

Great minds think alike.
Great anthropologists ask
Too many questions.
Blast from the Past:
An aphorism:
Those who stop asking questions die inside.

May you read my words
As if they were more humble
Than I intended
When I originally
Put them on paper for you
Blast from the Past:
I wrote this haiku in Python, a programming language.
def haiku_maker():
for x in [5, 7, 5]:
print(random_word(x))

Contours carve faces
Each wrinkle is a chapter
In my history
Blast from the Past:
Life promises the
Illusion of improvement
Until death renegs

Poetry is the
Window into
The impossible
Through the words of
The possible
Blast from the Past:
To learn what is possible,
You must cross into
The impossible.

Stuck home in the rain
While my heart roams free, yearning
For an adventure
Blast from the Past:
No one noticed how
The stone would dream
Of the sun.

The boy saw his laundry
That his mom handed to him.
He lounged for his favorite shirt,
But she said, “Keep it clean.”
“But I want to wear it.”
“If you wear it now, it will dirty again.
You must keep it clean as long as you can.”He ran to his room
And put his laundry aside,
And looked at the shirt on his chest
Evidently becoming dirty.
To keep them all clean,
He knew what he must do,
Waltzing into the hall
Knowing that
He’d never wear clothes again.
Blast from the Past:
Brains are like lettuce:
Both go bad if I do not
Use them frequently.

What comes of the day
With morning’s quiet passing?
After the dew fades.
Blast from the Past:
As long as it’s here
As long as it’s here at last,
I will be happy

What questions persist,
What keeps you going
After the dew fades
Blast from the Past:
Because I did nothing,
Because I did too much,
Because I did not intervene enough,
Because I interjected too much,
I am leaving your because