Hidden Herald Haiku

Eros aims at all
on Piccadilly Circus
straight and gay alike

Haiku Fugue

My hunger desires
to taste the flesh of firm fruit
on my sensile tongue

Widow picks seashells
She’s in harmony with them
They are both hollow

Their empty homes bare
Bereft of life and substance
Spirit washed away Continue reading →

Fragile bridge ahead
Leave behind all troubled thoughts
Only dreams may cross Continue reading →

Ice sculpture will yield
its fifteen minutes of fame
hot in the city Continue reading →

Revolution failed
Power and wealth for the elite
workers paid in grain Continue reading →

Year of the Selfie
makes it impossible to
photobomb yourself
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Grand Theft Auto 5

Out today and hindering

Poetic ventures

The pen now idle

a way of telling silenced

next Tollund Man dies.

From furrow fertile

blackberries ripe each August

the sun behind the
swaying hawthorn tree contrives
transparent leafglow

its shadow on the
wall conducts an orchestra
of soft woodwind boughs Continue reading →