I am lost walking
The dizzying loops formed by
An expanding city
Blast from the past:
Separate but near,
Cast out except when needed
To make a quick buck
06/23/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Category: Poems about Society
Poems about society
06/18/26 A New Poem for a New Day
The lights flicker in the darkness
As I gaze out the high rise window
Cars and bikes halt
On streets too narrowThey try to rush to work
Among the vast expanse
Of restaurant chains
That they can’t afford
Blast from the past:
In a new city
As the fervor of the day
Transforms into night,
I lie here remembering
That I’m just a hollow shell.
06/07/26 A New Tanka for a New Day
In this big world
Where so many want to
Feel larger than life
It helps to be able to
Experience the small.
Blast from the past:
Even as the most
Important person walks by
The scarecrow doesn’t budge.
05/27/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
I eat. I converse.
I walk. I see. I consume.
I I I want moreā¦
Blast from the past:
New job, new projects
New toolkits, new people with
New idols they serve
05/23/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
One more city
One more place
Where humans construct a home
Blast from the past:
We are all microbes
In the immense petri dish
Of society
05/12/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Deep within me lies
The desire to raze the world
And build it anew.
Blast from the past:
In our land devoured
By myths of the exceptional
Advancing to “survive”
05/06/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
No one cares about
Patching up ruined lives when
They are wandering.
Blast from the past:
Life remains easy
For the person who lives with
No sense of shame
04/26/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
The indelible
Agency within their stories,
Found in translation
Blast from the past:
Magical realism:
When your story becomes a
Fawn and flies away
04/24/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Even at the desk,
Sitting with my coworkers
I long for my office.
Blast from the past:
If telling me what
To do’s your only technique,
That’s bad management.
04/21/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Through rushes of fire,
Bits turn into the objects
Of glass we all know
Blast from the Past:
Do not use the past
If you would like to know who
I truly am now