migraine

it’s all about

warwarwar

*

dawn

the pedophile

straightens his tie

*

Father’s Day

I scrub my hands

until they bleed

*Published in Issue #53 of Failed Haiku

When the Earth Stood Still

In regards to this pandemic, I have no idea what the future may hold. However, I do, at least, know this for certain: tonight’s sunset, once again, temporarily righted my soul.

broken

time slips through

my breath

*Published in Issue #52 of Failed Haiku

*St. Peter Inserts Audible Sigh*

At the end of my life, when I’ve made the inevitable jaunt to that ever-elusive other side, I hope, nay pray, I never receive my complete tally of “hours spent in front of screen scrolling...scrolling...scrolling.”

heaven's pearly gates

but first

Instagram that sh*t

*Published in Issue #39 of Failed Haiku

smashed eggs

my brain

post-Facebook

writer's block

a cat versus

the red dot

news-free day

high of 75

and sunny

*Published in Issue #18 of Failed Haiku

midday improv

Charles Mingus

on shuffle

spotty internet

blowing the dust

off life

and now

a moment of silence...

dead cellphone

*Published in Issue #17 of Failed Haiku

craft store

deep in thought

over fake cherry blossoms

meditation

the dust can sit

too

lightning bolt
counting the seconds
until he retorts

foggy morning

perhaps one beer

would have sufficed 

family dinner

we let the wine

speak for us

*Published in Issue #16 of Failed Haiku