Some haiku(ish) poems which I once wrote and will now publish. Here you go internet.


Pill bottles left open-

Arthritic hands can’t grab hold-

To twist off the lid


The feeling of death-

Unwashed sheets and cigarettes-

Is this our future?


Clock ticks on the wall.

Bones groan when he tries to stand.

Time means growing old.


Bright colored clothing

Making music with our smiles

Young, alive, for now.


Patiently waiting

Front porch steps every morning

It’s here! Open it!


Broken glasses

Wood floors stained with juice and milk

Breakfast with the kids


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