I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
Poor business decision
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I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
Tag Archives: regret
Laid off friend
Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.
Brief holiday visit
Once her nest, now a
museum to her old self.
Home is elsewhere.
Past life public
Looking back I find
this old friend, written record
for the world to view
Abandoned blog
Held back by your tight
seventeen syllable leash,
I write elsewhere now.
San Diego
Shivering at the
airport. Colder than O’Hare.
Turn back, refund flight.
Depression
Bright summer days no
friend to sadness. Solace lies
in winter’s dark chill.
On cutting off long hair
Strands layered, length chopped,
I change, shed years, fears, regrets.
Why’d I wait so long?
Afterwards
We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.
Upon reading the work of a great writer
Breathless, punched in the
gut seeing language evolve,
my own words falter.
a haiku a day 