Down from my window
Thousands of lights, lives
Alone before sleep
Remembering nights alone in my apartment looking out over the city. Not an elegant view, but I y think Kerouac should’ve been comfortable.
poetry, prose, and photography
I adore the simplicity, as well as the challenge of Haiku. The constraints focus my mind, seeking out the essence of the moment, feeling, notion, distilling it to brilliant singularity.
My goal: to post at least one haiku a day.


Hear the night’s language
Moving between streetlights
Far away laughter


coolness upon my face
sweaters delight me deeply
dawn’s arrival slowed
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The coolness of night
As I face life’s ugliness
Finally, calmness

A half moon
Above the red and orange
Stillness in the night