May Haikus

I had more fun this month writing these “western haikus”. Someone asked what inspired them daily and it really depends. Some days I’ll look at a person that’s waiting on the train near me and write one I think that might be their thoughts, some days I’ll are just inspired by what energy or mood I…

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In the Void

Lost. Not lost in day dreams. Lost in reality. Not depressed. Not sad. Not happy. Not joyful. Just. In the void. Living Not in the moment. Inhaling Not feeling the air. Exhaling Nothing more. Not living at all. Just. In the void. When does the bloodletting begin? When do I feel again. Purge the tears. Escape the fears.…

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April Haikus

Whether good or bad, observation or feeling, I am still enjoying the challenge of writing “western haikus” every day. You can follow them daily on Twitter. If you missed them or if you’re not on Twitter, you can read them below. April 30 sunrises and sunsets the sun and the moon saying hello and goodbye April 29…

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March Haikus

Three months strong for three little lines! As I’ve said before they’re part of my morning routine now and enjoy this writing exercise. I’m proud of them all, even the bad ones. You can follow them daily on Twitter. If you missed them or if you’re not on Twitter, you can read them below. March 31 Always falling stumbling breathing…

A Ghost in the Raindrop

A Ghost in the Raindrop A ghost in the raindrop Lives within clear walls Unseen by all but only seen when it falls A ghost in the raindrop Tears down wicked walls Unheard at all but only heard when it hits on tin A ghost in the raindrop Collects in the cracks of walls Unfelt by all but…

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February Haikus

Three little lines with a minimum of seventeen syllables have become my morning routine. I rather enjoy this writing exercise. Some move me while some are not so great but I’m writing every day and that’s all that really matters to me. You can follow them daily on Twitter. If you missed them or if you’re…

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The Life

The stake through his heart pierced more than the depths of his soul, it pieced together all of his past lives to this one. Every forgotten memory rushed before his eyes. A Viking warrior, a pauper on the streets, a jungle ant, and so many more flashes of his past but what hurt him was…