I typed the title of this particular post, and then realized that I’d not done a haiku in several days. Picking up my iPhone, I found a picture (the handle to a local genetics company I passed yesterday on a walk) and whipped out a quick 17 syllables that, in fact, relates pretty well to …
The door to habit Is much like genetic code: Springs from inside you.
Words, bricks, harsh critique He threw them at us until Minds took to the wind. Thank you, Mr. O. Paying it forward.
Choice is hard. Even easy things, like when given the chance to hear my friend Jay (pictured above) play in the orchestra for a production of The Producers done by a local theater group. Free tickets! Easy choice, right? Except I was so aware that by choosing to do that I was choosing not to write, not to catch …
Caffeinated morn Mexican Train Dinosaurs Danger dominoes.
Gotta get a grip On something or anything If only just air.
I tire of “Welcome” Open arms to seas of troubles. I’ll have a red-eye.
My subgriseal perioculomotor neuronal stream, wot?
Unexpected roses bloom Two that nudge my weary heart Closer towards home.
Fight slumber, clouds gray From small beginnings, greatness: Yoga. Coffee. Write.