The more I write the
more I lose my hold on words
that speak without me.
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Category Archives: haiku
Can’t sleep – 2 am
Wind chimes jangle in
the breeze. Nature’s alarm clock
saying, “Go to sleep.”
Online – the new paradigm
My fingers talk my
eyes listen my head makes it
up my heart hungers.
My job
Commute through fiber
optic cable to a home
built by words not deeds
Chenay Bay – Fifth day
Through the rainforest.
Lunch at Rhythms Rainbow Beach,
then Carambola.
Caribbean sunrise
Soft watercolor
pre-dawn shifts to vividly
rendered intense hues.
Chenay Bay – Fourth night, Christmas day
Lazy day, lazy
night. Dinner at seven with
turkey and plantains.
Chenay Bay – Fourth day, Christmas Day
Green Cay Marina
walk. J gets stung, M watches
A Christmas Story.
Fort Christiansted brew pub
Nut brown ale. Oatmeal
stout. Bayside, we eat gumbo,
salads, tan through lunch.
Chenay Bay – Third night, Christmas eve
Cheeseburger joint with
singer grateful for applause.
Relaxed crowd, staff slow.
a haiku a day 