My mind’s blank again;

the mirror reflects the room:

Another Haiku!

(October 30, 2019)


I am tired today,

as I am most days these days.

I’m caught in a loop.

(October 29, 2019)

Romantic Clap-Trap

The bees are dying—

Beauty and Truth of Nature?

Who can save us now?

(October 25, 2019)


Chopping bell peppers,

I slice my left thumb deeply;

blood splats on the floor.

(October 20, 2019)

One Shot

Bourbon’s no answer,

yet, our day begs the question—

Where else could I be?

(October 18, 2019)


My classroom is hot;

my students droop on their desks

like fruit left to rot.

(October 16, 2019)


I put on my socks.

The sun slides across the sky.

I take off my socks.

(October 15, 2019)


Wind tosses the leaves

ecstatically to the air–

Summer is broken!

(October 12, 2019)


All day my eyes ache

from reading student essays:

Flowers grow so slow.

(October 11, 2019)