Light breaks. I heed the
call to darkness, cup rich black
magic in my hands.
Morning ritual
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Marriage
Some–like white wine–are
best when young. My French Bordeaux
grows better with age.
Poor business decision
I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
On a cold winter’s night
Kitchen windows fogged,
oven-baked chicken is the
scent of homecoming.
Upon reading the work of a great writer
Breathless, punched in the
gut seeing language evolve,
my own words falter.
Afternoon rendezvous
She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
Up all night
I would like to see
4 am start off my day
instead of end it.
New year’s resolutions
How apt. A bright snow
white day cleans the slate for our
future perfect selves.
New Year’s Day
In optimism
we cross the starting line of
the rest of our lives.
Rose Parade
Flower covered floats
in a warm SoCal city
I’ll never visit.
a haiku a day 