Category Archives: Haiku
Talent don’t mean shit. It’s what you do with it to make the world better. (graphics: CCO Creative Commons) Advertisements
Rain, rain, come and stay; all the green loves every day. Rain, rain, time to play. (iStock)
In what we call stink a wealth of information finds your active brain. (photo: *Toulouse as a youngster–jrs; *model for Bucket in Ochoco Reach)
We all want to shine– surely, the light from inside, each of us a star. (plant: imgarcade.com; person: alamy.com)
Low cloud off the sea envelopes everything, beading the dark stones. (shore: pixabay.com)
My silver spoon gets stuck in my mouth when I try to articulate. (spoon: OLWomen.com; apartheid: buzzsouthafrica.com)
I think the word flit was invented by someone watching chickadees.
My friend, if I could exchange places with you now I most surely would.
A tree in my yard, upheaval in my country. The tree stays the same.
Coffee sits swallowed at the top of my stomach; my brainstem is warm. (stock photo)