I watch. Thin tonnes of colourless mist #travels lonely as clouds across a concavity scarcely removed from the expanding blankness. No. Give me the rain, let it rest a spell upon my cheeks or hair or dripping on my temples; may it remember me when next it coalesces, even as I forget. #vss365

he cries afterward a tit and the light rain outside harmonize

autumn morning juncos sip cold dew from a broken water cooler #haiku

Our #apogee was in Joshua Tree. We tried prickly pears with the couple from Germany who somehow both couldn't stop arguing and couldn't keep their hands off each other. I remember your barely-disguised quizzical smile because it looked exactly how my face felt. The way my face feels now. #vss365

sticky headlight… the old corvette and i share a quizzical look #haikufeels

bouncing pen tip in her yellowing fingers— a breath #dailyhaikuprompt #north

frightened of the dark holes in the earth bleeding rainbows #dailyhaikuprompt

#Science. Science. Science, science, science. Maybe if I repeat it enough, if I get an award and quotes in Men's Health and Cosmo; maybe if I go on TV with just the right amount of humility, hurt and self-righteous fervor. And numbers. Maybe if people argue its merits, that will make it so. #vss365

lost in the lamp light a giant sphinx moth flounders— the moon and its mask #dailyhaikuprompt

He looked even smaller there on the corner. The boy's wide jean shorts hung below his shins, and the striped shirt slunk on one side. He saw his father coming, a smiling, lumbering man, nearly 7ft tall. So large, the boy thought, he could carry the sun on his back "I myth you," the boy said. #vss365

A man used to say: Beware the redundant: wispy clouds cold frost emotional instability. In #literature he said it's precision self-reflection intent. But personally in my humble opinion what's more redundant than self-reflection? I am a mirror looking at a mirror in a room full of I's. #vss365

#Law. Inviolate; inscrutable. The phantom pain of an expanse beyond the tiny bubbles in which we lie, distorting all views by re-lensing the real outside these shrinking spheres. And yet, peeks; incursions; hints of hints of hints. Only to be confused with the words of a bombast or a beauty. #vss365

As a child, I understood the #language of wind. It whispered and sang, and I with it. It hinted at trees to climb and streams to cool my body. I smiled and laughed, and the coarse translation was rewarded with a joy that passed beyond understanding. We were compatriots, the wind and I. #vss365

weighed down with snow a ponderosa pine tree nods to the north wind #haiku #north #dailyhaikuprompt

It's 1998 and my sister walks into a #Famous Footwear to ask about a now hiring sign. She says to wait outside. Fine Someone coughs; I spin. In foam flipflops and a Care Bears shirt, a woman is sitting on the curb. She's not wearing pants, only a bikini bottom. Another cough-I flee inside #vss365

ocean at morning memories in the foggy shroud cigarettes and you #dailyhaikuprompt #north

The day you left, I watched an empty bag of Wonderbread #creep across the parking lot of a closed Pamida. The plastic was stained, containing fragments of earth that danced as it slid and tumbled and—for a moment—rose into the air, spinning like a ballerina suspended in a fragile forever. #vss365

in a sycamore a sparrow considers flight beside zacchaeus #haiku

flickering lightbulb measurement marks on the jamb grown short and faded #haiku #dailyhaikuprompt #north #senryu

No gutters. Rain streams down the eaves in unbroken strands that glitter in the orange glow of the city. And below—sodden, soft—twisted roots rustle as the tangled corpus of #android HG79-X6-0058 shifts; perhaps alive, perhaps something else. Wet digits which once remembered fingers twitch. #vss365

dirty hands and eyes crispy sizzle of the first catch blood on the rocks #north #dailyhaikuprompt

ghost displaced among water hyacinth white orchid #dailyhaikuprompt

drenched in moonlight a fly silent in the night chill #dailyhaikuprompt facing #north

Tonight, the moon in your eyes is no reflection. It is the sun shining through, radiating. On me. I flush, drawn despite hesitation. I stop, losing myself. I am hollow, a layer of bronze, an #escutcheon awaiting its key. Is it you? I must know; I reach to you. We touch, we fuse, we burn. #vss365

#sonorous your words grabbed me by the shoulders holding me there i grew afraid worried would i ever move again should i slowly your voice dissolved like honey in tea a little sweet a little bitter and then gone i have to close my eyes now to remember the thunder when you spoke but i don't #vss365

pieces of walnut scattered alongside dusky mistletoe #north #dailyhaikuprompt

chrysanthemums bloom the painter and the poet lay down their brushes #dailyhaikuprompt #north #haiku

I shouldn't rub my eyes but the lilac sky is bright I rustle the child-safety seat too big for it now soon he'll be too big for us both Tomorrow a thing of the #past I shouldn't rub my eyes but the smell of gasoline is strong The smell of my childhood I take a long whiff and rub my eyes #vss365

the smell of old pickles and cigarette smoke your bruised smile apologies addressed to the floor your voice breaks and you hear a sort of harmony tangled with bad decisions and futures you dared not #yearn for the math league certificate you won in fourth grade framed on your mother's wall #vss365

The problem with Plato's cave is that we know what caves, fire and shadows are. We can say they carry no #malignant intention because they are trapped in our imagination. We cannot but imagine what's outside. We are not in a cave; we are in a p̶s̶c̶åùl̶g̶h̶îd̶d̶œ, and we know nothing of escape. #vss365

a sultry wind roses' hips undulate #north #dailyhaikuprompt

at what point does the #vigil become an assignment a chore disconnected from the spirit of vigilance the integrity the participation in the present the connection to the act of observing observance what are we who no longer watchful because that's a neat word-- I should use it in a sentence today

distant clouds a chill in the air the geese pause #haiku #dailyhaikuprompt #north

two old men repeat stories to old men

cold rain on concrete snoring dog cuddles with the shaking man #dailthaikuprompt #north

falling on the ground the old dog was a puppy

Oh my gosh, you won't believe it. Gillie claimed she was allergic to the #spider in the break room. Crazy, right? She said she needed to go home and Tom said no. I think she's finally being held accountable–What do you mean? The hospital? I don't believe it. She probably went ho–really? Hmm. #vss365

freshly-packed snow footprints miss the summer path #dailthaikuprompt #north

“He'll be up in a jif, don't worry.” I stared at her. Was this a #prank? No, I never mentioned him. But…this couldn't be coincidence. Pounding at the door; Sasha opened it before I could speak, and hugged him(!?) He accepted his phone at the door, his eyes never leaving mine. I was trapped. #vss365

Broken shell cracked under the weight of his steps. Blood and feathers and offal stained the walls. Even the ceiling was despoiled. A plate of beetle #brownies lay discordantly intact on the table, as though deliberately ignored. Hrrakkh shook with fury. Outside he heard movement…laughter. #vss365

after the fires the crow, corn, and scarecrow gather in black #dailyhaikuprompt #north

Wait, is it–it's gone. I think the hum is gone, okay. Okay. Funny: the guy crossing the street, it kind of seemed he was hearing it. That driver, too. No, that's crazy. July 2nd–you're sane if you know the date; those are the #rules, right? But how would I know if I knew or not, if I'm nuts? #vss365

on a cloudy pond my reflection overlays a catfish's gaze #dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #north

“Well, don't you look sharp.” His aunt smirked, tugging at his lapel and the cummerbund. “Big day for you, I guess.” “I want to show the man respect. Unlike you.” “The #sass,” she said, dumbfounded. “You let him talk to his betters like this?” He felt like a toddler. He hated her for that. #vss365

falling maple seeds these spiraling sentiments only bring me down #dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #north

“Tell me whe–” “Tst.” Jake needed to think. The target was about 400m from their position. Even if his AR hit every target, that’s a lot of ground to cover after announcing themselves with gunfire. Only a guardian #angel could keep them safe. “First, we move in.” He couldn't rely on angels. #vss365

fault lines voices of the underground quake the earth

Do you see that? I don't think you're allowed to show that much skin. Kids shop here. Of course, somehow, for her it's okay. I really don't see the #charm. What's it for? Does she want everyone talking about her? Is she that desperate for attention? It's sad when you really think about it. #vss365

red leaves a splash of color their first kiss #dailyhaikuprompt #north