Category: Daily Haiku

The skull of a horse
As the painter’s brush returns
To the desert sand

Blast from the Past:

The desolate beauty
Of the sagebrush sea, rolling
Over the sand dunes

Among sparks and clouds
Lies a growing stone, a book
Teaching fallen secrets

Blast from the Past:

Entering ritual
Waves. Flames became my water,
Quenched by its fierce thirst.

I left my country
Where political storms rage,
Seeking new stories

Blast from the Past:

As clouds slowly eat the retreating sun,
I lay on the summer grass.
My eyes clothes to this tumultuous world
For just a little while

Within this mute world
I live amid plague and fire
With only language

Blast from the Past:

I search for a sun
That can inhabit my eyes,
And eyes to envision that sun.

The wind winds the
Reed. Yet also the reed helps
Us to read the wind.

Blast from the Past:

Turning everything
Into itself to advance
‘Bout the world, the wind

I’m the wound that grows
From your narrow history,
The fire in your eyes

Blast from the Past:

Our history ends
Not through extinction
But by success
In reducing us all
To animals

Death clings to his eyes,
Donning the skin of the world,
He sleeps in his hands.

Blast from the Past:

Silence comes too late
To escape my passive fate
Death I can’t negate

Come die like we die.
Come and lose yourself with us
Oh Adam of life

Blast from the Past (an aphorism this time):

Life’s complicated but also simple. And sometimes how it can be both at the same is part of its complexity.

An interesting point
To intrude yet
Intrigue your life with

Blast from the Past:

Why catch my brain to
Steady it? Let it roam free
To go where it goes.

Our apocalypse
Will have the indignity
Of fizzling slowly

Blast from the Past:

If the afterlife’s
Endless, then dying now or
Then has the same length.