I walk out the door
From the place that been my home
For the last few days.
Blast from the past:
Dignity, passion,
Autonomy are never
Worth a mere paycheck
07/01/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
06/30/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
I fell in love once,
But I could not stay in love
With who you became
Blast from the past:
Walking in mistakes
Building and then rebuilding
It’s time to call it
06/29/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Intellectual veneer,
Underlying obsessions
Multiple constructs
Blast from the past:
Static management
“Meritocrat” politics
Nothing you can do
06/28/26 A New Poem for a New Day
All I had was white space
Flight plans
Videos made
People to meet
Just enough to
Crash and burn
Blast from the past:
In one’s inner drive
Lies social expectations,
What’s the difference?
06/27/26 A New Tanka for a New Day
When death comes for me,
I want to walk through that door
Brimming with the wonder
Of bride who took
The world in her arms
Blast from the past:
Stones and pottery
Once teeming with life
Now encased forever
06/26/26 A New Aphorism for a New Day
Do sheep dream of counting me?
Blast from the past:
People are usually nice when you treat them like a person.
06/25/26 A New Tanka for a New Day
He sits there napping
On the curb, his feet splayed out,
His back against his bags,
A reminder that this place
Is a vortex of isolation
Blast from the past:
Wisdom is what you seek
When you have too much money
And time on your hands
06/24/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
We cannot patent
Your happiness, but you know that
We are damn-well close
Blast from the past:
All this background noise
Droning all around to sell
Yet another myth
06/23/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
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
06/22/26 A New Poem for a New Day
I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’m going
All I know is that I am here
I am always here
Everyday it’s a new “here”
And that’s always where I seem to beI want to write the song
That brings out my heart
That the world will sing
But all that comes out is
These little words
On a page flapping in the windI want this to mean something
It must all amount to something
Something more than an experience
That I can’t form into words
And no one asks about
Blast from the past:
Ineffableness
Immeasurability
Deification