I sold a story.
Today the mail treats me well.
I’ll write more later.

Today my eyes have
Decided they want to stay
Closed. I need caffeine.

The season of cold
Serves as welcome contrast for
warm hands and warm heart

Why is it so hot
In my apartment today
When it's cold outside?


(Srsly. Woke up at 4am and it was 80 degrees in my place. My heaters are all closed/off. It was 50 degrees outside. WTF are the people downstairs doing that so much heat is stuffing up in my apartment?)

Grow-lamps get quite warm
Perhaps your downstairs neighbors
Are fond of brownies?

I never
Got the hang
Of doing haiku.

Bugger.

winter's coat pockets
kleenexes and cough drops stick
together, useless

Cranky morning mood.
Work email should not be read
before morning drink.

list accumulates
chores to crowd out words; will my
energy hold up?

Morning, like a nut
Breaks with exuberance
Spilling crumbs of dreams

Coffee morning sky
Lean forward, jump back to now
Work first, dream later.

Neĝo ekstere
Esperanto interne
La vivo bonas

I am glad you
Are not on a hiatus
I enjoy your thoughts

Phobos, round and dark,
spins close to Mars, intimate,
an odd space truffle.

(See my response to today's link salad in order for that to make sense.)

No, no, that doesn't quite work.

Phobos, round, small, sweet,
cratered, powdery surface,
a dark space truffle.

Well, that's better, but it's still not there yet. I'll keep working on it. ;-)

Long ago when I
First learned to haiku I
'kued endlessly

My birthday looming,
Unaccustomed cold outside,
I will bake a cake.

orange, black and white
but not read, Ishmael is
on the newspaper

Anon

The day is at end
I was social with strangers
Before darkness fell

Hey! That's not haiku!
You're just counting syllables!
Stop that this instant!

—外人俳人

Sleeping in for once
The dog shares the rain's soft mud
as he snuggles close.

Late to post again.
My life spent stumbling behind
Watching others run.