Category Archives: haiku

in yoga stillness
your birthday candles still smoke
drifts towards the heavens

tenacious rush of
dried lips puckering and blood
drips below my nose

she likes to dig through
trash cans; other peoples’ lives
in things tossed aside.

it seems i summoned
the devil and oh how he
gently holds my hand.

visionary sees
nothing, a blank canvas. tell
more my prescient child —

please.

that basement dweller
dusty, all that time, all those
stories….spotlight waits.