
The little droplets
As I race by, a whole world
In the fading dew
Blast from the Past:
Water drop colors –
Unique in how it reflects
Back light from its world
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

The little droplets
As I race by, a whole world
In the fading dew
Blast from the Past:
Water drop colors –
Unique in how it reflects
Back light from its world

My curiosity knows
Only the bounds of how much
My body can handle
Blast from the Past:
I do believe in
Answers; I just believe in
Questions even more

Mall Christmas jingles,
Announcing the arrival
Of capitalism
Blast from the Past:
A merry Christmas
To all, whether you do or
Do not celebrate
(For anyone who noticed that I have posted haikus in the last few days, I left my laptop on an airplane. I got it back, but for a few days, I was computer-less and thus unable to log in. I wrote a haiku a day over the last few days, but now that I am back, you’ll see me slowly start to post them over the next few days.)

Waiting while it loads
Watching my slow computer
Take such a long time
Blast from the Past:
I’m like a glacier:
Slow-moving til you get to
My ice-cracking tip.

I am about to leave for a camping trip from September 10th until October 28th during which I will not have consistent internet access. Thus, I will not post my daily haikus until around October 28th, 2025. I will still write them every day, but just won’t have the internet to post them during this time. So, when I get back, I hope to slowly post the ones I wrote during this trip after the fact.

Days and days go by
Rejected being understood
Infernal rivers
Blast from the Past:
Never listen to
Flowers, their fragility
Masks their sarcasm.

Movie-making is
All about the magic of
Clever illusions
Blast from the Past:
Stuck here as I race
At the speed of light in my
Imagination

Revival service
Wind swept, leaving it empty
Of heaven and hell
Blast from the Past:
The spirit has left,
Took the last train out of here,
Since we founded Rome.

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.

Anticipation
Irresistibility
Exhilaration
Blast from the Past:
The roving wind
Patterned air pushing more air
To a new cycle