Why his head spins he
doesn’t know. Vertigo’s made
the world hell’s fun house.
Dizzy
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Why his head spins he
doesn’t know. Vertigo’s made
the world hell’s fun house.
Daily Archives: January 3, 2013
Hope
Dark fear crackling at
the edges, the heart beats on,
pulsing core of light.
Snow blind
Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.
Afternoon rendezvous
She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
Friendship during hard times
Like an egg in a
carton I fall but don’t crack,
cushioned by your strength.
a haiku a day 