May 31, 2008

sifting through the past,
throwing away old items,
keeping memories.

May 30, 2008

many miles to swim
and the river seems endless
just keep your head up

May 29, 2008

just like laying bricks:
one foot, after the other,
go until you're done.

May 28, 2008 - to my wife on her birthday

another year done,
another celebration.
happy birthday, dear.

May 27, 2008

do not be tarnished
by the rust that surrounds you;
cut a path through it.

May 26, 2008

in matters of art,
subjective analysis
is all you can have.

May 25, 2008

when tomorrow comes,
your worries will be dwarfed by
giant space mutants.

May 24, 2008

remember the words:
"to be a rock, not to roll"
make this a koan.

A promotional bit

Three of my haiku are being featured in week 52 of DJ Sylvis' Monkey, Monster, or Spaceman project, as part of a big finale jam/anthology he's put out. My haiku stick to the theme of Monkeys, Monsters, and Spacemen, and can be found here:

http://djsylvis.com/mms/?p=137

May 23, 2008 - be a Poetry Hero!

push the right buttons,
and follow the right rhythms,
and you'll do just fine

May 28, 2008

always remember,
this is how diamonds are made:
grace under pressure.

May 21, 2008

the caterpillar
strains against the cocoon's shell
fighting to be free

May 20, 2008

Returning, once more,
going over the same ground.
look for grooves, not ruts.

May 19, 2008

the old lady sits,
watches from her golden throne.
Her crown weighs heavy.

May 18, 2008

I beg you, my dear
please don't talk of the weather.
let's just have silence.

May 17, 2008

untended gardens
reek of possibility.
the yard lies fallow.

May 16, 2008

Hey, bohemia,
all your flowers have dried up.
No one sings for them

May 15, 2008

It's amazing to see
how quickly life escapes
when you're not looking

May 14, 2008

Come to me, mistress
embrace me in this dark hour
leave me your kisses

May 13, 2008

The thief in the night
taking all the best ideas
leaving me empty

May 12, 2008

The path that we walk
was lain for us, years ago
but not set in stone.

May 12, 2008

The path that we walk
was lain for us, years ago
but not set in stone.

May 11, 2008

to make sense of things,
everyone needs a constant
in their lives

May 10, 2008

the strings resonate:
lose yourself in the rhythm
of their vibrations.

May 9, 2008

The buddha's footsteps
are empty holes in the road.
Buddha walks nowhere.

May 8, 2008

overwhelming noise
creates walls where none should be.
sometimes less is more.

May 7, 2008

nostalgia, regret;
lose yourself, beautifully,
in their warm embrace.

May 6, 2008

it's easy to feel
so close to falling when you're
on a pedestal

May 5, 2008

The old becomes new,
when seen from another side.
Take a walk and see.

May 4, 2008

broken into tribes,
look at how we divide us.
Eternal folly.

May 3, 2008

My soul is empty,
I need to be filled again.
Sing a song for me.

May 2, 2008

empty structure
meant for housing human lives.
the wind blows through it.

May 1, 2008

a cynic is just
an idealist who fears
they'll get burned again


(for what it's worth: the tune to "Me and Bobby McGee" was running through my head repeatedly as I was writing this one)