I’m the void you shout
To, and all I do is dare
To ask questions back
Blast from the Past:
Dig even deeper
It continues to lie there
Even deeper still
03/10/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
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11/11/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
In the gulf between
What we are and ought to be,
The satirist digs
Blast from the Past:
Satire reminds you
That your system’s an idol,
And that provokes you.
11/10/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Where is
The breath of life
For these dry bones?
Blast from the Past:
Their story of me
Ends as my tale continues
Defining itself
11/09/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Eating food with friends
On the side of the mountain
As the fog comes in
Blast from the Past:
Tonight we ponder
How we are cramped together
On this big planet
11/07/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Violence:
The continued quest
To win the competition to
Become carbon first
Blast from the Past:
You cannot have both
Dialoguing with evil
Violence would be fine
11/06/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
How come humans can’t
Enjoy what we have without
Suffering for it
Blast from the Past:
Very few people
If they knew the harm they’d cause
Would still go do it
11/05/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
My brain is pounding.
My limbs throb everywhere.
I can barely move.
(I’ve been sick for the last few days, in case you were wondering while I wasn’t able to post haikus for a few days. I wrote the haikus each day but was just unable to come online and post them. You should see them posted over the next few days.)
Blast from the Past:
The snot in my nose
Will there be a limit to
How much I blow out
11/04/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Writing a poem
While whizzing by on the back
Of a motorbike
Blast from the Past:
The world must slow down,
Or be less intriguing that
I can fly through it.
11/03/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Get off while you can.
You were never that good at
Riding high horses.
Blast from the Past:
I know too much to not know that I know too little about your situation to judge it.
(An aphorism)
11/02/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Tears, smears, fists, and gists
I work and hurt, shrug and hug,
Reeling and healing
Blast from the Past:
Words words words words words
Words words words words words words words
Words words words words hug