Olive oil drenched chips
or cooked with sausage in stock,
either way tastes yuck.
Kale me now
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Tag Archives: poetry
Procrastination
Dandelion seed
responsibilities float
away on each breath
Winter sun
Summer is golden
butterscotch, January
skim milk, thin weak pale.
Morning ritual
Light breaks. I heed the
call to darkness, cup rich black
magic in my hands.
All nighter
Weighing sleep against
productivity, I write
into a new day.
Overlooked
Forgotten summer
umbrella aged by winter’s
wig of heavy snow.
Poor business decision
I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
Haiku of the day
Wisdom’s spark. Fortune
cookie poetry message
ignites hope change growth.
Past life public
Looking back I find
this old friend, written record
for the world to view
Driving cross country
West Coast starting line
pavement our road map we head
east back to our roots.
a haiku a day 