There she goes
The woman you can
Never get
Blast from the Past:
Your heart remains cold
These words fail to rekindle
It’s dying embers.
12/02/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
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12/01/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Beautiful birds
Building their nest within the
Very Tree of Life
Blast from the Past:
Do birds sing new songs
Once they migrate to
Distant lands?
11/30/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
More more more
Everyday more
Don’t stop until you drop
Blast from the Past:
Conversations and
Then conversing followed by
More conversations
11/29/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Meeting old friends
Seeing who you were clash
Against who you are now
Blast from the Past:
It’s like a ghost
That’s been following us both
Vague and unseen
11/27/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Waiting while it loads
Watching my slow computer
Take such a long time
Blast from the Past:
I’m like a glacier:
Slow-moving til you get to
My ice-cracking tip.
11/26/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Kneeling before their elders
Washing each other’s feet
Standing up to start a new life together
(This one is about a Javanese wedding I attended.)
Blast from the Past:
We must discover
The way we fit together.
Let us join the dance.
11/25/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Thrown into the water
The net comes back with
Tons of trapped fish
For you to dislodge
Blast from the Past:
The rabbits present
The tiger with many fish
To not become lunch.
11/24/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
The head of a rock
Hellbent on moving “forward”
Towards violence
Blast from the Past:
A generation
Who never knew war heralds
Trauma for the next
11/23/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Flying down the mountain
On the back of a motorbike
Bump, bump, bump throbs my butt
Each thud sliding me further back in the seat
Until I slide into the metal grate
The tiny guard preventing me from flying off the edge
Blast from the Past:
My last chance to feel.
I am this great, unstable
Mess of blood and mud
11/22/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Don’t drink the honey
Unless you want to attract
Some curious bears
Blast from the Past:
The higher you climb,
The more strongly the wind blows,
The harder to grip.