
The cliff faces shine
Against the waters of the
Rice paddies below
Blast from the Past:
The shooting star glides,
The last piece of the jigsaw
Filling in the sky
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

The cliff faces shine
Against the waters of the
Rice paddies below
Blast from the Past:
The shooting star glides,
The last piece of the jigsaw
Filling in the sky

Trying hard does not
Guarantee success, but it
Does make failure worse
Blast from the past:
Some call it half full.
Others, half empty. For me,
It is the wrong cup.

Life is a song played
Slow and beautiful as it
Fades into silence.
Blast from the past:
Some days I listen
To the wind. The sound that will
Outlive human life.

I walk out the door
From the place that been my home
For the last few days.
Blast from the past:
Dignity, passion,
Autonomy are never
Worth a mere paycheck

I fell in love once,
But I could not stay in love
With who you became
Blast from the past:
Walking in mistakes
Building and then rebuilding
It’s time to call it

Intellectual veneer,
Underlying obsessions
Multiple constructs
Blast from the past:
Static management
“Meritocrat” politics
Nothing you can do

We cannot patent
Your happiness, but you know that
We are damn-well close
Blast from the past:
All this background noise
Droning all around to sell
Yet another myth

I am lost walking
The dizzying loops formed by
An expanding city
Blast from the past:
Separate but near,
Cast out except when needed
To make a quick buck

The only one who
Walks up an escalator –
Still the same rat race
Blast from the past:
Resolved: to ignore
The voice in my head which
Mistakes job for self-worth.

One cat tears into
The other’s face, but I can
Do nothing to stop him.
Blast from the past:u
Opportunists at
The world’s end, they emerge to
Prey on the oppressed