Bogey Bogey

Haiku of the Day:

Hail the Bogeyman!

As he creeps in the corner

sniffing at your shoes

Noysse

Haiku of the Day:

The pitter-patter

of brisk fall showers gallop

through chambers above

Can't go under it...

Haiku of the Day:

At a snail's cadence

I cross the oil black Charles

Laden and homebound

Sensation or Lack of

Haiku of the Day:

My arm fell asleep

cold and tingly it lies prone

Under the belly

Slog

Haiku of the Day:

Ran a ten miler

Through town and thick groves of trees

Troubles in our wake

Corporate Outing

Haiku of the Day:

On the upper deck
We shiver and watch baseball
It's all inclusive

Sick or Sad?

Haiku of the Day:

Dude sniffs while reading.

Is he sick or is he sad?

I'm left to wonder

Bird Butt

Haiku of the Day:

Beautiful dancer

He seduces from his back

in a peacock's tongue

Cultural Appropriation

Haiku of the Day:

Mexican standoff
with a Chipotle storefront
This doesn't end well

You wouldn't like me when I'm Hangry...

Haiku of the Day:

Clutching my bagged meal

The hanger rises fiercely

Stupid doo-doo heads

What's Left in the Cabinet

Haiku of the Day:

Cranberry Ouzo

The bachelor's lazy drink

Born from convenience

Broth

Haiku of the Day:

All the vegetables
collected in one huge pot
make a hearty broth

Pics

Haiku of the Day:
Grainy photographs
hold tight their sentimental
framework. Smooth to touch.

Development Excercise

Haiku of the Day:

Games of "Yes" and "No"
we negotiate intent
with intense glances

Monster Bar

Haiku of the Day;

Plucky chimera
stirs a stiff gin martini
under a spotlight

Spider Dive

Haiku of the Day:
Spider free falling

on a single strand of silk
Legs out in the wind

Comfort Eagle

Haiku of the Day:

Down syndrome girl chomps

her teeth blissfully while train

folk squirm in tight skin

Hurtin'

Haiku of the Day:

Skinned knees and torqued neck

I am mid-grade agony

in a wrinkled suit

Murky Transit

Haiku of the Day:

Lost on the sidewalk

Routine shifts to adventure

We're breaking new ground

Speak with your Limbs!

Haiku of the Day:

Our talking bodies

spout lively conversation

like cafe patrons

The Cold Comes

Today the chill returned. Cool New England bluster. Bitter, damp and razor sharp.

Haiku of the Day:

The edge of dusk drifts

in pace with the path of earth

circling the drain

Turn and face the strange

I'm a beginner again and I kinda hate it. Starting anew gets old real fast.

I've crunched the numbers. This will be the 11th job I've held since graduating college five years ago. Additionally, this is the fifth apartment as well. Not much else to say...just feeling some change fatigue.

Haiku of the Day:

Barbie doll cabinet

Bright pink and full of horrors

peers from the corner

Khaki Ideas

Does anyone know where I can get long audio tracks of random people laughing? I'm not sure if these is a thing. I have done absolutely no research. Just like when I thought I invented the idea of veggie pepperoni. Who wants to have the fruits of a mind's hard labor be dashed on the rocks by a simple search? That's not my America dammit!

Haiku of the Day:

Easy to swallow

these khaki yellow capsules

that taste of nylon

Storm and Dark

There was wind.
It was dark.
The noise was loud and frightening.
And I was alone.
Made microscopic through my solitude,
minuscule by the vastness of its hunger.
I clutched the parts I could hold
for fear of spontaneous disassembly.

The lashings began with a single breath,
shapeless reed whips lit purple blossoms
on my goose-pimpled flesh.
I flinched and held and weeped
as the maelstrom whisked
tears from my crinkled eyes.

Haiku of the Day:

Nighttime solitude

I am alone with my thoughts

wonder re-emerges

Peaces

-I've taken to putting bird seed outside our bedroom window. When they finally came, I realized how starved for signs of life I had become. I revel in their little claws on the awning, their erratic furtive pecks, and how quickly they take flight at the slightest sound or motion.

-I've been reading a collection of letters written by Zen Master seung-San called Dropping Ashes on the Buddha and something about the borderline absurdism of Zen Buddhist teachings and the emphasis on don't-think mind strike a chord for me. The very act of thinking in zen creates suffering and therefore all imagined things are in some way the source of suffering. I'm also drawn to the practice of screaming "KATZ!!!" and hitting people with sticks as a response to any questioning (which happens a LOT in the letters) Check it out here.

Haiku of the Day:

Protective fluid
gathers on the eyeball crease
and drops at threshold

#4: Keep it Holy, Kids

Our Sabbath day. We hole ourselves up tight and cook delicious things. We absolve ourselves of our responsibilities. We take the time to sit, to allow the mind to waddle out into the prairies. We put our feet up and wear the same thing for the sun's waking hours. It is lazy rest and we savor the morsels of it like coin-sized truffles.

Haiku of the Day:

 Spiders flee their threads

as I reap the cozy nooks

where they gorged on flies

Classick

Caffeine in the form of light and sound - I am the energized wood sprite straight out of the woods and jacked on the sweet simplicity of smooth edges and symmetry. I am but a finger on a million limbed titan. Come close and caress the wrinkles at the base of my knuckled heart. Do you feel the etching of my machination? It is yours. 

Haiku of the Day:

I feel so Roman

sitting in our huge stadium

amid the gluttons

Break Away

I miss the drawings. There's a big stack of them in the closet, lifeless and amassing dust.

There's this moment during my morning commute where I think, "Today, I will stay on the train. Today, I will go places and learn and write and grow into the great adventurer I was destined to be. Today, I will follow my instincts and shut off the mind and live freely for the first time in years." I thought it was because my old job stunk. But apparently it's just a part of me. My wife and I joke about going into the wilderness and building a home. It's less of a joke everyday.

Haiku of the Day:
Little yellow traps
stop the fungus gnats spreading
to all our house plants

Wilds

I had a dream I was a fiscal counsellor, negotiating with my grandmother and late grandfather the terms of their estate and whether or not they should move. We were in their old home and all three of us were bizarrely ageless, like you assume we all appear to each other in heaven.

Some mornings you wake to find your well-kept lawn has been overrun by a thick jungle terrain and nasty buzzing fauna. Yesterday you were a metropolitan, but today by necessity, you must wear the skin of the bushman. To survive, you smear your face with the blood of black fruits and strip to your white underclothes. You craft wooden implements with your hairy muscular arms and tinker with your fingers, twin spiders at play. And you crouch in the heart of the brutal forest floor, the canopy above casting spectral rays of yellow life, waiting for a skittering of fur, a flight of feather, to snatch out of the green danger.

Haiku of the Day:

Thought, caught in the throat,

wriggles with fetal longing

and decides to stay

Risky

Happy September friends.

I am once again employed and entrenched it corporate acronyms, email signatures and forms and numbers. There's a tiny mouse in me that mewls for an artistic apprenticeship, for a chance to quit the safety and lunge out into the wide open sea of no agenda. The window was there. But the fear of my own malaise, my anxious and broken mind keeps me grounded. It is a leaden, vexing affliction, this horrible head stuff. Structure coos and calms it. 

Haiku of the Day:

Fluttering blackbird

skirts the shallow pool's smooth edge

just because it can