The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Coming from the ground,
Sulphur vents out the shrubs of
The tundra wasteland
Blast from the Past:
Microbes glistening
The ocean water under
The clear starlit sky
My first haiku is about the sulphur vents common in the Rotorua area of New Zealand. The second haiku is about the bioluminescent microbes native to some of the waters in Puerto Rico and other parts of the Caribbean.
Nothing to see here
If things were all different
You will not escape
Blast from the Past:
Have we trapped ourselves
Inside unsatisfying
Narratives of gain?
Why are we the ones
Sacrificed to uphold your
False reality?
Blast from the Past:
It takes resilience
To stand so long in the absence
Of authentic gods
Branches dissolving
As they descend into the
Acidic green lake
Blast from the Past:
Burnt red clay
And shards of glass
Where the world turned to salt and fire
Are we the flaw in
In the equation,
Or is the equation
The flaw in our minds?
Blast from the Past:
Life, the perennial
Aberration from the
Mathematical ideal
An endless growth of
Pines, ferns, moss, and somehow
Many palm tree husks
A Posthumous Title: The temperate rain forest of New Zealand
Blast from the Past:
These forests of pillars
Now eroding stone in the
Summer wind and rain
(I wrote the first haiku above while on the road without enough internet access to post it day of, so I posted later when I internet.)
Cacophony of
Vocalizations. Hysteria
Is sky-high.
(I wrote this haiku while on the road without enough internet access to post it day of, so I posted later when I internet.)
Blast from the Past:
Oh crowd, pushing me
And pulling me to and fro,
To where do you lead?
Moments of potential
Become monuments to
Our dawning reality
(I wrote this haiku while on the road without enough internet access to post it day of, so I posted later when I internet.)
Blast from the past:
Nothing eases pain
But it’s moments that give hope
Be a good neighbor
The conscious mind wakes
To the potential dawning
Of reality
(I wrote this haiku while on the road without enough internet access to post it day of, so I posted later when I internet.)
Blast from the Past:
Hey, wakey wakey.
There’s eggs and bac-y. Well no,
But here’s a haiku.
Welcome and behold
The roots that weave us with those
Who built our present
Blast from the Past:
Processing choices
Made about me before I
Had even been born.
I am going to be traveling throughout the countryside until May 28th, 2025, so I will not have consistent internet access. Thus, I will be taking a break from posting my daily haikus. I plan to resume them once I get back. I will also not likely post my daily haikus. I will still write haikus everyday. I cannot but love writing these while traveling, but I will not usually have the internet to upload them here every day like I normally day. Once I get back, I hope to bulk upload all the haikus I wrote as I traveling. Thank you for your patience and support.