Hallelujah songcarries on a gentle wind,heralding a king.
The sun shines, snow falls, mountains rise and valleys sink, night deepens and pales into day, but it is only very seldom that we attend to such things. . . . When we are grasping the inexpressible me...
Gingerbread houseswith gumdrops and peppermintand marshmallow snow.
These are some of the characteristics of the state of mind which the creation and appreciation of haiku demand: Selflessness, Loneliness, Grateful Acceptance, Wordlessness, Non-intellectuality, Contra...
NEW HAIKUOne breathy vowelmists the glass warming windowpanes crystalled with snowRobin Glasser
Dreams like a podcast,Downloading truth in my ears.They tell me cool stuff.Apollo? I guess, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad.
I preserve my worldin journals so my children can eat without me
You were almost like a haiku: said so little, but meant so much.
You must remain. I must depart.Two autumns falling in the heart.
You only live twice:Once when you are bornAnd once when you look death in the face
Calligraphy of geeseagainst the sky-the moon seals it.
before the gate --my walking stick's made a riverof melting snow
Semper FidelisDawn star flares on disk of nightI fall, sun rises
But for their cries,The herons would be lostAmidst the morning snow.
Exhale the remnants/Of wounds that steal your freedom./No more prisons. Breathe.
Every bonsaidreams of being a tall tree - until the wind blows
We had a threesomeYou, me and my depressionDepression fucks hard
Snap your fingerstop the world - rain falls harder
Come windless invaderI am a carnival ofStars, a poem of blood.