NEW HAIKUOne breathy vowelmists the glass warming windowpanes crystalled with snowRobin Glasser
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...
HereI'm here-the snow falling.
If it weren't for dreams, he said. I wouldn't know half the things I know about the future. They're better than Olympus tabloids. He cleared his throat then held up his hands dramatically: Dreams like...
You were almost like a haiku: said so little, but meant so much.
I preserve my worldin journals so my children can eat without me
Gingerbread houseswith gumdrops and peppermintand marshmallow snow.
You must remain. I must depart.Two autumns falling in the heart.
Semper FidelisDawn star flares on disk of nightI fall, sun rises
We had a threesomeYou, me and my depressionDepression fucks hard
But for their cries,The herons would be lostAmidst the morning snow.
You only live twice:Once when you are bornAnd once when you look death in the face
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.
Exhale the remnants/Of wounds that steal your freedom./No more prisons. Breathe.
before the gate --my walking stick's made a riverof melting snow
Calligraphy of geeseagainst the sky-the moon seals it.
Come windless invaderI am a carnival ofStars, a poem of blood.
Snap your fingerstop the world - rain falls harder
Every bonsaidreams of being a tall tree - until the wind blows
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