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forcing the box open kitchen floor adorned with pasta a flurry of consternation #DailyHaikuPrompt #micropoetry #poem #pasta

and if eventually it turns out to be all gone then we'll have our grief, quaint as that may be #poem #2025

If it’s Friday, it must be the One-Minute Political Update Podcast! Episode 56: Patel to Lead FBI (Over a Cliff) + Musk Leads CPAC Chain(saw) of Fools Available on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, and Mystify, the platform for video gamers. podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/e... #Trump #Patel #FBI #Musk

the moon departs against grey morning light the willow shakes its dew #haiku #poem #morning #moon

wool socks doing yeoman's work all the while as I dream of hot chocolate but only the good stuff this time #winter #frozen #wool #socks #chocolate #poem

If it’s Wednesday, it must be the One-Minute Political Update Podcast! Episode 55: House Speaker Sucks Up to Musk, Trump Says Ukraine Sucks Available on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, and Jifify, the platform for peanut butter lovers. podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/e... #Trump #Musk #Russia #Ukraine

my Saskatoon flower waiting patiently unlike me #Canada #Saskatoon #poem #flower #springtime

I listen to what you mouth and watch your red raw fingers move along shoulders and scalp #Munich

If it’s Monday, it must be the One-Minute Political Update Podcast! Episode 54: JD Vance Licks the Jackboots of Neo-Nazis Available on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, and Jackify, the platform for people who like to change tires. podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/e... #Trump #Vance #Munich #Constitution

across the lake baked basalt rock casual swim back

clover in the window sill I must start over for this shattered Spring #springtime #poem #clover

cold morning apartment the yellow orchid nonchalant as ever #haiku #orchid #winter

hands in pockets I pass the table filled with Girl Scout Cookies and I recall the old adage, to arrive at one's decrepitude with only the regrets you can manage to have #poem #cookies #regret

black squirrel on the stoop all the acorns long gone with the sun this afternoon, a peek at springtime

the green wind passes unnoticed the blue dirt accepts your weight the yellow sky covers up the Word calloused hands folded in prayer #prayer #poem #wind #sky #dirt

the tree living in the building lobby shares its leaves, green, yellow and red with everyone without piety, reluctance, humility, or beguilement #building #tree #leaf #poem

first thing this morning my mind said to me that I don't need anything new that is "compelling", but then I saw a sturdy snowman in the yard of that family with all those kids #poem #snowman

the check is in the mail there is no check there is no mail only two more cans of soup in the cupboard #poem #SSA #check #mail

sprinkles in the blue sky the geese heading home troubadours of my spirit #haiku #geese #spring

"Tang?" "Do I look like an astronaut?" mediations on the American Century, spilling down my chin #astronaut #America #meditation #poem

my reaction formation is in the shop so I'll just play it straight today Not a worry, I'm still the same person I think #poem #opposite #psychoanalysis

along the country road changing the flat tire nearly stripping a bolt patience laps up on my shore #poem #patience #tire #road #change

the ice cream truck makes it way through the cold windy rainy streets of San Francisco in February my spirits no longer insolvent #February #poem #winter

my many lives in bed poached upon mercilessly

so much depends upon words in my mind spilling onto paper echoing in hallways words like "oblivion" or "hope" glazed with adjectives but in the evening, all of it set beside the glowing television #poem #chicken

pulled into the grotto my eyes find the saint the turmoil contained #saint #grotto #haiku #turmoil

dancing robots at my side the deep brain, activated the illusion of "my journey" #robot #dancing #poem

at my advanced age I open a recipe book and make a pot of soup

cookie crumbs on my cardigan spied by little birds in my front yard unexpected second helpings #cookie #bird #sweater

the sunrise is there although not easily seen the child in this room the parent in that room one on the plane one on a cot one with dwindling memories one with bushels of them hungry chasms and the man with the gear and paychecks, washing up, is asked: "honey, what did you do at work today?"

the winter kiss lands hard lips caustic with cold, cold wind but the gloved hands hold until home #winter #poem

County road bus stop Snow drifts with opinions Nobody going nowhere

strong as an ox the young man chops the tree #disaster #male #destiny

freedom, along the broken road sanctuary, the final stop on the line the only request to testify comes from my ragged mind it never ends, this thing #poem

my doubts come easily more or less like gravy on biscuits but not as tasty #poetry #biscuit #doubt

Quick hop to Golders Green Good news in the paper bag Bagel and lox in the early morn #london #bagel #bakery #poetry

big chunks of ice charred by car exhaust drifting to their demise a life well lived #haikuprompt #ice #winter

Nothing Something Everything The batshit crazy life I'm living #poem #2025

trouble in town not enough blueberry pie to go around I forego my slice

the black hearse crests the hill family and strangers settled, the preacher fingers the holy book

a time for silence a time to speak around the corner my destiny, bejeweled I may grumble and dawdle ....I embrace everything single thing a time to have a time to lose

icy roads snowy skies frozen eyelashes

Sunday morning travail birdseed lost in new snow confident red cardinal #haiku #cardinal #snow

bits and bobs of glazed donuts from the Jurassic Age

Threading the Vienna Circle Missing on the first couple of tries Finally, running with the big dogs But ending with picking up the bar tab

the fat man bellows on about mendacity blue eyes ricochet lust

praxis turned on its head pedagogy slumbering pastimes lost in fog my path needs clearing I ask your help

in my heart a tilled field for a messiah yet unknown

the poet drunk on the barstool the town's youth in flight