Sleep comes like a tide.
Evenings at home, we drift off
heads back, mouths open.
On distant shores
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Category Archives: haiku
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.
Forced
Disappointment like
a kidney punch makes it hard
to smile through the pain.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
He had a dream but
his murder was our nightmare.
It’s time to wake up.
Theatre of the mind
Never read the play
before you see it performed.
There’s too much drama.
Toil and trouble
Cleaning is like con-
fession. You’re surprised by dirt
under the surface.
a haiku a day 