Sleepy morning when
I can finally relax
After so much fun
Blast from the Past:
As I return home,
There is nothing for me, yet
There is everything
10/30/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
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10/29/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Waking the morning after
The apocalypse that never came.
What do you do now
That you have your whole life ahead of you?
Blast from the Past:
I’m thinking about
The end of the world—how bored
It is making me.
10/28/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
There at the water
That all animals must drink,
The crocodile waits
Blast from the Past:
The frog leaps forward,
The first to charge forth and get
Splattered by a car
10/27/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
A night of bad sleep,
Then a day of much driving
What else till I can rest?
Blast from the Past:
Another day gone.
Unconsciousness welcomes me
Just for a while.
10/26/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Sitting in the sun
A cool breeze blowing as we eat
Oysters in the bay
Blast from the Past:
Oh how we help catch
Each other’s breath on the days
We rush everywhere
10/25/25 A New Poem for a New Day
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.
10/24/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Ever-present heat
Blankets you in mugginess
All throughout the day
Blast from the Past:
Slick yet cracking skin
The dry sun ages young hearts
Dreams dissolve in heat
10/23/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
I stare at the screen
Pure blankness, taking in the
Pleasures of boredom
Blast from the Past:
Technology may
Kill creativity by
Killing our boredom
10/21/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Old memories haunt
As an oozing infection
If you don’t tend to them
Blast from the Past:
It’s like a ghost
That’s been following us both
Vague and unseen
10/20/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
A one cup coffee
Pick me up zooms me into
The hyped stratosphere
(I’m so buzzed that I may just take over the world today.)
Blast from the Past:
If only I’d pause
In this transitory world
To smell the flowers