Life is not a race, /
said the no-kneed man, smiling. /
There is no leg up.

Life is not a race, /
said the no-kneed man, smiling. /
There is no leg up.

Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Toast to the muses /
High and low, who grace the Earth /
With bread, wine, and song.

The sign almost glowed,/
the word and the memories /
welded moments.


“End Road Work,” sign says. /
Declaration or demand? /
Hanging to stir doubt?
Guns clatter the ground. /
Clouds bulging with thoughts and prayers. /
Shrill tears from heaven.
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Lottery tickets, /
phone sex ads, cigarette butts: /
fake pleasures turned trash.
Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Stars spackle the night, /
a sky of buttons and tears, /
render of the past. /
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Pain, that subtle beast, /
dances across memories, /
clutching time’s embrace.
Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Your image returns, /
a tea kettle’s whistle: /
loud, whiny, undone.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author