
How many we are
What seas crash within us
Our armored contempt
Blast from the Past:
The waves keep rising
While all around clouds darken
Hope lies in the deep
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

How many we are
What seas crash within us
Our armored contempt
Blast from the Past:
The waves keep rising
While all around clouds darken
Hope lies in the deep

Normality is
Overrated. Everywhere
I look they seek it.
Blast from the Past:
Professional survival:
Evasive banality
Good and normal lie

Writer’s paradox
Literature simulates life
Impossible shepherds
Blast from the Past:
Graphic medicine
Eye of a budding writer
I’m so sick of words

More adventures will
Be there for you tomorrow.
Now go get some sleep.
Blast from the Past:
Drifting into sleep
Finally after a long day
Losing consciousness

Inscrutable hours
This morning now emerging
Inexplicable boredom
Blast from the Past:
It’s great to feel
Useless. Nothing like boredom
For your subconscious.

The real rulers of
New Zealand, in control of
Everything: the birds.
Blast from the Past:
Birds have never known
Borders, governments, or laws
And look how they soar

Meaningless blue sky
Boredom of discovering
I am what I see
Blast from the Past:
Oh to the great hunt,
But when I catch it, I’m bored.
Forever chasing.

Fog rising up the
Mountain’s face, revealing the
Lush valley beneath
Blast from the Past:
The waters runs off
Into the mist
From which it came

All life is a dream
Nostalgia’s impotence
Beauty all alone
Blast from the Past:
Reclusively you
The dream is different here
It’s a state of mind

Out from the world of
Mud, moss, and mush bursts forward
One excited dog
Blast from the Past:
Tail wagging, bouncing
A fury of excitement
But barking meanly