What’s necessary?
The triage of memory.
A pyre to the past.
Left behind
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What’s necessary?
The triage of memory.
A pyre to the past.
Category Archives: haiku
Packing to evacuate
Photos first, then the
baby albums. Love letters.
We can buy new clothes.
San Diego fire 2
Her view from the hill
– once so fine in good weather –
just blackened landscapes.
San Diego fire
Anne emails to say
smoke plumes rise like shrouds of loss.
Below, hell ablaze.
Problem
In bad rains bathroom
ceiling leaks. A slow tick tells
of water stains mapped.
Journalist
Writing about rape.
Prostitution. Injustice.
Happy talkie talk.
Can’t sleep 6
At 6:30 they
awake to find I’m still up.
The curse of deadlines.
Projection
Sometimes when others
envision us in new light,
we become realized.
Can’t sleep 5
Insomnia has
tattooed across my eyelids
its wide-awake stare.
Disbelief
Can it be midnight?
I’m losing track of time, hours
misplaced like lost keys.
a haiku a day 