A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Archive for pseudohaiku


Hidden in plain sight
A gray moth on gray tree bark
Waits for night to fall.


12th Street

An old trolley track
Slices the street with silver
Sunlight after rain.


Pencils trace a line
Lines form shapes and shapes limn forms
Paper comes to life.


Bursting on the tongue
Juicy purple amethysts
A stem of black grapes.


My old hiking boots
Bearing dust of distant paths
Walked with distant friends.

For, among others, and in alphabetical order, B.M., E.E., H.G., M.Q., and N.C.


Wind howls from the sea
At the closed amusement park
The Ferris wheel spins.

Gathering Storm

Distant thunder snarls
Lightning stabs the horizon
Now – the plunging rain.