10/31/25 A New Tanka for a New Day

Photo Credit: Stas Ostrikov

As my eyelids close,
The constant blares of traffic
Help to remind me
That the city does not join me
In slowly drifting to sleep

Blast from the Past:

A massive skyline
Peeks to seek, to spot, to scale
Manicured mountains

10/25/25 A New Poem for a New Day

Photo Credit: Fethi Benattallah

Driving in my car
Watching the changes
That never seem to happen in the world
Listening as Garrison Keillor
Teaches me how to transition
Into middle age

Blast from the Past:

Slip slowly into
Unconsciousness just to face
The same old problems.

10/19/25 A New Poem for a New Day

Photo Credit: gt39

I strive to try to fly.
My lie is that I’d fly so high.
I cry each time I fly so high.
This lie that I will fly.
I can try to fly.
My time to fly is nigh.
If I fly, I’ll die.
I buy the lie to fly so high.
I fly to strive to try.
My eyes grow wide with pride.
I lied to fly so high I’d die.
I try my lie that I will fly.
My cry will fly so high.
My time to fly is nigh.
I fly to try to strive.
Can I just try to fly?
I fly with no cry to die.
I fly so high I cry.
I lie as I try to fly.
My try is that I’d fly so high.
I lie to fly so high.
I try by the by.
My cry will lie and die.
Don’t try to fly so high.
I hide to not fly so high I’d die.
I cry, why can’t I fly?
I grow my grand lie to fly so high.
I cry as I fly.
I want to try to fly.
I must fly to not die.
When I fly so high, I die.
Why lie when I can fly?
I must try to fly.
I fly so high I’ll die.
Less try. Just fly. Don’t die.

Blast from the Past:

But why long for wings?
My shoulders’ pang for freedom
Has kept me grounded.

10/15/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

Photo Credit: Benoumechiaravymen

A midnight meeting
Woke up in the back of my van
To talk to the US

Blast from the Past:

A job will take all that you are willing to give it.

(An aphorism)

10/02/25 A New Poem for a New Day

Photo Credit: Charles Chen

Walking through your garden
Sifting through your roses
Smelling the lilies in your pond
Everywhere, I cannot help
But feel the lack of your presence

Blast from the Past:

U and I are close
To each other; well at least
Close on the keyboard