Category: Haiku

It’s a risky game

fluttering around, little moths play with my flame while I write dark poems

It’s the little things…

a little pleasure – during an evening downpour, meditation and tea


short night full of dreams you hope come to pass; midnight – cats listen to jazz


spring wind howls softly – if you whisper you will feel words spirited away


as the world sits still ease spills down the spine of the spring slug-abed