Dawn the breath of a
new day paused when night exhales
sunrise dimmed by fog.
Misty mountain hop
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Dawn the breath of a
new day paused when night exhales
sunrise dimmed by fog.
Daily Archives: January 23, 2008
On distant shores
Sleep comes like a tide.
Evenings at home, we drift off
heads back, mouths open.
Reflection
Dressing room mirror
replaced by funhouse looking
glass. Not me in there.
Oceanic Flight 815
Crashed. Met Tailies. Then
Others. Hatch blew up. Kate caged.
Got Lost about there.
Writer’s strike
Reality makes
me sick. Going through laugh track
cop show withdrawal.
Urban outfitted
Going to New York
City. I’ve bought black clothing,
black low-heeled shoes.
Before Lost season 4 begins
Speed-viewing seasons
one through three’s like life in the
hatch. Push the button.
a haiku a day 