in haiku
A wisteriaelegant and bright purpleits flowers, windswept
The water feels warm against the cool air. I take off my shirt and climb down the ladder into the murky lake…
Old year New year. Likebread baking — rising, smelling.Best swallowed while fresh.
a haiku
all those butterflies fluttering in my stomachyou evicted them
Uday Jhunjhunwala August, 2020
by Joe
A bump in the night
In my vulnerable state
Demons lie in wait
ISmall sentences witheven smaller words arrive.Tiny thoughts for the soul.
little black bear cubshowing off and doing trickssmiling mountain skies
Sand cushions my feet