Haiku for the Loud Whoosh of Time Passing I find my sunscreen Under a pile of snowshoes Not yet put away.

Haiku for a Co-Worker's Birthday Why are you shouting? Your voices carry so far! I ask the cupcakes.

Perfume Haiku Bright green fresh mown grass. Fall leaf caramel crinkle. Rain on a dry road.

Haiku for Eclipsing: Moon crowds through the queue; Puts in a hip, twists, slips through In front of the sun.

Thomas Massie: “Today is the six month anniversary of the Epstein Transparency Act. We’ve taken out two dozen CEOs, an ambassador, a prince, a prime minister, a minister of culture, that was just six months. I’ve got seven months left in Congress.” video courtesy @acyn.bsky.social

I truly believe that the members of congress who have 7 months left after Trump dumped them can do something very important to turn our country around. I am rooting for you to do the right thing.

Haiku for my fire escape garden zombies Seed heads launch from earth, like dead hands in horror flicks. Dead seed lives again!

Moon Haiku I don't want a taste. The moon is waning gibbous. I want all of it.

Haiku for Nudity Got your attention? Listen very carefully to the sound of skin. (This was part of a discussion on book censorship yesterday.)

😁 🖕🚫👑🍊💩🌮

Haiku for the gods of the waning moon: Skin and clothes perfumed. Scent rising to gods as prayer. Spilled coffee again.

Albany, New York

"They have removed the struggle to find anything. Book store owners and record store owners used to be oracles, in that way; you'd go in this dusty old place and they might point you toward something that would change your life. All that's gone." - Tom Waits

SFO has a small exhibit on women in Afrofuturism. Sent a few photos to an incarcerated artist. She wrote: “These photos are going to be a hit. My cellie already stole the one of the Black woman surrounded by flowers. I’m excited to share (& keep the Uhura one forever). They’re happiness.”

Haiku for sky music Syncopated pops- tin sharp, glass mute, grass silent, Rain drums down all day.

"See ya next week good lord willin' the crick don't rise" Haiku Come a rising creek. Come a round of Peek-a-Boo. If you are willing.

I would be funny that Trump came back form his trip in China and said that he opened the American market for Chinese EV

Haiku for Fictional Looking Clouds Those do not look real. I do suspect Hollywood Is missing a prop.

Aragorn: If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword. Legolas: And you have my bow. Gimli: And my axe. Batman: I am vengeance. All: Goddammit Bruce.

Remember, Elon Musk is an INVESTOR, not an INVENTOR, and he doesn't HAVE good ideas, he BUYS them.

Haiku on the First Palmstroke to the soul. Smoothing down all the bristles - That first hot dark sip.

Haiku for a really nice day in May: Birds holler nonsense. Steep! Steep! Undelee! Heyho! Maybe I will, too.

Haiku for a cold snap in May : Flat grey chill Monday. In a bucket of wet dirt my seedlings hate me.

Haiku because we might as well talk about the weather: Looks like half of Spring, When cold wind cups blown red blooms; When I close one eye.

Haiku for the greening: Giddy seedlings doing yoga in the sun. Vine pose! Downward root!

Fool Haiku Wobble. Wobble. Fall. Bruised knees teach us to pity the sane, safe walkers.

Hungary’s parliament sings “Ode to Joy” — the anthem of Europe — after Péter Magyar is sworn in as prime minister. Hungary is once again a proud member of the European Union.

Haiku for the Fool Will close-eyed dance cliffs, Rhyme your name with a May tree. Trip you with the truth.

Haiku for the worshipers: Morning carved from rain. Black coffee. Disappointment. Fear is not a god.

Got tulip?

Summer Haiku: Summer is coming!Sung by gasping sidewalk worms In the warm Spring rain.

Haiku for a Sky-Blue Sky Tiny fears flutter When sky bowls over true blue. Fast birds. Clean windows.

May the Firth be with you

Fool Haiku Wobble. Wobble. Fall. Bruised knees teach us to pity the sane, safe walkers.

On this May the Fourth, the feast day of our beloved Space Mom, may the Blessed Rebel Queen shine her light down on you, giving your enemies the middle finger, reminding you to take your meds and laugh it off. ~~Art by Lindsay van Ekelenberg

Haiku for Amazing Potential: My basil seedlings Arch pansy faces sunwards. Pesto on the hoof.

Slow motion waves on the Great Sacandaga Lake. Enjoy - so soothing....

We seriously should treat sports betting ads like cigarette ads: ban them.

Adirondacks!