Category Archives: haiku cuckoo

her ego doesn’t drive the bus, it never did— she’s a calm rider

secrets and gossip are whispered with fear— take care for these walls have ears

most creative art is energy recycled— original? no

try to be kind, man even if you don’t feel it afterwards— you might

red rings, wavy bands galaxies of age lines, grains of time— space in wood

heavy sugar sweet fifty Chevrolet fatty hardtop honey child

I nuzzle her nape fragrant butter skin safety and sigh the spoon sleep

These shiny cobblestones are sweating malignance. A misty fog swirls around dead trees, taunting. It’s ghost fingers beckon me. Why am I doing this now? Turns out, Prague is more interesting at night. Or so I say to comfort myself. … Continue reading →

first kiss illicit parking lot confidential parked in memory