A midnight meeting
Woke up in the back of my van
To talk to the US
Blast from the Past:
A job will take all that you are willing to give it.
(An aphorism)
10/15/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Category: Aphorisms
10/06/25 A New Aphorism for a New Day
When I see a cliff, I see death. When a bird sees a cliff, it sees opportunity. (When a vulture sees me fumbling for a better view of the bird along the cliff, it sees lunch.)
Blast from the Past:
Fighting for its life,
The worm forces the bird to
Work for her breakfast.
09/11/25 A New Aphorism for a New Day
(My piece for today is an aphorism, instead of a haiku.)
If you give a man a fish, he eats for a day. If you learn to swim, you can scare away the fish and tell him you can’t help him anymore.
Build a factory along the shore that pollutes the waters, and you can make him work for you to earn his good on your wages
Blast from the Past:
When someone’s freedom
Can be turned into profit,
Then the end is nigh.
07/28/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
It is the light there
At the end of the tunnel
The blinds you the worst
Blast from the Past:
The Dragon only
Hides in darkness where the light
Can shine the brightest
07/26/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
When they’re ready,
No matter how little you work,
Flowers will still bloom.
An alternative version:
With little effort,
The flowers will still bloom
When they are ready
07/24/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
When you chase rabbits,
You may end up happening
On a wonderland.
Blast from the Past:
I am the spark of
Near irrelevance meant to
Recenter our acts.
07/20/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Lustful fantasy
Tantalization that just
Falls away even grasped
Blast from the Past:
We’re told to always
Stand strong. Except when you fall,
Become limber fast.
07/17/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
The cat left its perch
To stare anxiously
At the coming storm
Blast from the Past:
Where is the thunder,
Prophet of the flood storming
What we hold sacred?
07/15/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Gunk now fills both eyes
My throbbing throat can’t swallow
Puss ooze from my scabs
I’m sick today.
Blast from the Past:
Not only are we
On the same boat, but we’re all
Seasick together.
07/02/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Go live your happy
Tedium of the future
Days and days go by
Blast from the Past:
Color of boredom
I am afraid of silence
Chilling novelty