
Are haikus the same
as internet cat pictures?
Here, look at this one!
(October 24, 2019)
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Are haikus the same
as internet cat pictures?
Here, look at this one!
(October 24, 2019)

Darkness surrounds me
as the coffee pot gurgles.
A cat purrs nearby.
(October 23, 2019)
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A pile of essays,
formulaic and so dull—
no real data here.
(October 22, 2019)
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Old Plato dissects
the tree from our soul’s vision.
Do I stand a part?
(October 21, 2019)
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Chopping bell peppers,
I slice my left thumb deeply;
blood splats on the floor.
(October 20, 2019)
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My feet ache tonight,
burning like a sack of coal.
The work week’s over.
(October 19, 2019)
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Bourbon’s no answer,
yet, our day begs the question—
Where else could I be?
(October 18, 2019)
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My classroom is hot;
my students droop on their desks
like fruit left to rot.
(October 16, 2019)

The sound of my last dream
will be silence: the silence
of fog, the silence of fear.
My last dream will echo
the clack of high heels
on wet London streets.
My last dream will be warm
like your bare skin beneath
my hands late at night.
My last dream will linger
over the thousand, thousand
kisses: your lips soft,
warm, hungry for more.
My last dream will be free
of doubt, secure in coherence
with all the lines blurred.
My last dream will not wake
to return me to a place
it can never know.
My last dream will be
a harbor, a sanctuary,
a last whispered breeze.
(October 15, 2019)
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The bar exudes warmth.
The old bourbon is loquacious;
our talk’s tangental.
(October 13, 2019)
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All day my eyes ache
from reading student essays:
Flowers grow so slow.
(October 11, 2019)