Heeding Haiku With HA: Dreaming in Gold


Her soul-culling hymns

Whip the ether, thick as cream

Barefaced, Spring revives


Must I sway to tame

Your uprisings, puppeteer

Sigh, of unjust sighs

Does heaven answer the pangs

Of our marrow or do we




I struggle immensely with syllable based writing styles and lately more so


Heeding Haiku With HA: Jack Kerouac


Cast off stilettos,

A star-crossed stumble

Through an open flame


Sunlight streams

Through the cracks

Of my slackening fist


A mirror, in revulsion, cracks

To whom should I address

My questions now?


I wanted to do more and may later but I am struggling to find my words at the moment. I am inspired to write and stuck at the same time, just too much competition in my head!






Erotic captives,

Your eyes burn an interstice

Through my wayward soul

(A short one due to yesterday’s events. In this I am speaking of the first look when you connect and melt into another person and you feel as though you’ve been struck by lightening, that first look is very intimate, invasive, and erotic.)

Heeding Haiku with HA: To Feel the Night


Alexander Fedosov

The moon is a bier

A demented virago

Pleading in the dark


When I am out looking at the moon I always make up stories about her (I see the moon as female). There is a character in Planescape Torment Deionarra who even in death remains enamored and obsessed with the main character. Her appearance makes me think of the moon and so I just tied them together. The image is an artists interpretation of Deionarra.

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