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Category Archives: obsession
Crafting
Ugly, but I made
it, my hands imparting new
life to odds and ends.
Game day
Feet on hardwoods shriek
like bird calls, his yells louder
still when shots score points.
Morning ritual
Light breaks. I heed the
call to darkness, cup rich black
magic in my hands.
Over the holidays
Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…
Poor business decision
I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
Sugar
One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.
Laid off friend
Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.
Dull lives filtered take
on romance, mystery, masked by
Low-fi Sutro Rise.
Loser
You still up? Dude, it’s
not like the internet won’t
be there tomorrow.
a haiku a day 