With cold seasons come warm hugs. Comfort yourself with contemplations through these daily haiku for the month of December 2022. — 1. Woe the cloudless sky: Heartless space made soothing by The sun’s harsh humor. 2. Wisps of cute cotton Scatter over blue blankets Like chirps of laughter 3. Canopies have flown To shield the falling heavens From the furious lights 4. It’s the hate you kept That bruised black the rainless sky

This November 2022, we weave 17 syllables for the gentler lives around deaths. — Change grows on the ceased past. Death, physical or symbolic, is always woven with living, with the living. 1. The fields of hyacinths Burns like my village beloved They tied to the stake 2. The cypress salutes The general’s funeral Like swords to the sky 3. Differ a stone throw To a head…

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Celebrate the rumored creatures of the night in this October 2022 haiku collection. — No preludes here. Only fear. Let twisted rumors twist the tales of these creatures of both urban and ancient. What reasons do we have to guarding our homes? What reasons do we have for feeling secured in our beds? …

Give your wizened skin gooseflesh with this haiku museum of our poor and forced choices — A prelude. In between the triumphs and struggles of being is the numbing bitterness of moving forward. A candlelight lit with hopes, a harsh spotlight of reality, may guide your cheap rubber shoes forward. Yet the direction can cease to be an emerald lure. It can turn into a dull…

The journeys within journeys of our daily meals are commemorated in this August 2022 haiku collection. — A hint, remembered but seldom felt: the labor and vision of making and cultivating what we eat. We know the effort, the struggle, the craft. Sometimes, we know those who are gifted or cursed with such first-hand knowledge. Sometimes those people are us. Sometimes those will be us. Because we…

A false memorial to the imaginary of cubicle lives is built with this July 2022 haiku collection. — There is no prelude. Only suggestion. A desk job is a Hollywood myth sprinkled with the narcissism of American dream-sewage. …

Give way to the modern fixture of temporary, necessary satisfaction in this June 2022 haiku collection. — This is a prelude: a young boy finding freedom in buying something from a grocery. It is a choice, a flimsy, temporary choice, in a world where he believes he has none. He didn’t chose to be, but he got to chose to keep on being. A grocery store, a…

17-syllable pinches of feverish longing for my hometown is captured in this May 2022 haiku collection. — This is a prelude: waking up to the eternal beauty of the world’s perfect cone. It only one could wake with this eternity. But it only hides the ache of the people who look up to it. Who have to leave it. To make something out of themselves. To save…