Daily Haiku

Five / Seven / Five — Started on a Whim, October 11, 2017   

   Red Orange Orange On Red 1962   by Mark Rothko. A sort of abstract visual haiku, if you will...

Red Orange Orange On Red 1962 by Mark Rothko. A sort of abstract visual haiku, if you will...

March 2018



Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Torrential cascades
come too quick for petrichor.
Gutters overflow.


Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Tame Impala wraps tight
cymbal crashes in psych fuzz.
Morning’s commute glides.


Monday, March 19, 2018

Hachuring the map.
Mountain ridges rake and rise.
Paper-mache world.


Sunday, March 18, 2018

Feline neuroses
expressed loudly at the vet.
A sweet coward's yowl.


St. Patricks Day, Saturday, March 17, 2018

Shaquille O’Neal soars — 
a thundercloud forged in bronze.
A childhood hero.


Friday, March 16, 2018

Straddle that dream state
with one toe in the water.
Thelonius Monk.


Thursday, March 15, 2018

Neon lights, exposed
brick and kombucha on tap
spark WeWork Culver.


Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Psychedelic cycs
reflect infinity’s shape.
Microcosms curve.


Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Phone and blackness crash.
The unconscious delivered
4 a.m. taglines.


Monday, March 12, 2018

Decades-old lyrics —
“You’ve got to do what you should…”
jolt with their sweet sting.


Sunday, March 11, 2018

Daylight Savings Time.
Mass delusions asinine
cure is the disease.


Saturday, March 10, 2018

Carnivores career
around our darkened sanctum.
6 a.m. demons.


Friday, March 9, 2018

Rosewater slices
through recycled atmosphere.
Fresh cold-pressed pressure.


Thursday, March 8, 2018

Hoaxes bubble close
to truth to lasso bias.
Gullible brains snared.


Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Crystalline skyline.
Retrograde concrete ripples.
Structures recollect.


Tuesday, March 6, 2018

streaks through the skeleton grid
of the city’s shell.


Monday, March 5, 2018

R.E.M. brainwaves
crash and contrive and roll back
to glistening caves.


Sunday, March 4, 2018

Super Mario
trees tangle with power lines,
stretching straight skyward.


Saturday, March 3, 2018

Opaque panes refract
rays around a side table.
Chilled Lambrusco calls.


Friday, March 2, 2018

Windshield wipers squeak
out of time with Thundercat
and the rain’s rhythm.


Thursday, March 1, 2018

Faux baroque hall.
Telecasters, lights and smoke.
Harmonies crisscross.


February 2018




Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Barreling sparrows
embellish the skies for our
glistening city.


Tuesday, February 27, 2018

A flash of rainfall
slashes diagonally.
Window percussion.


Monday, February 26, 2018

Hold “Command Shift 4”
and snag a slice of surface.
Save it for later.


Sunday, February 25, 2018

Licorice root tea’s
rusty depths swirl beneath steam
and warm the marrow.


Saturday, February 24, 2018

The rover crunches
dusty Martian rocks and rolls
while we scroll and sleep.


Friday, February 23, 2018

Winds bend wiry palms,
wrapping sinewy cold arms
around the city.


Thursday, February 22, 2018

Skyscrapers capped by
antennas scuff up smooth clouds.
Sharp silver shadows.


Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Hoodie-weather clouds
California’s radiance
but not its blue skies. 


Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Scribbles don’t eclipse
their bleared wishing-well intents.
Calliope squints.


Monday, February 19, 2018

5 in the morning.
Roses fall. Ruckus rises.
Feline hoopleheads.


Sunday, February 18, 2018

Fist bumps and wristbands,
jamming in the way-back room.
Champagne in a can.


Saturday, February 17, 2018

Traffic hums slowly.
Helicopter harmonies
hover over us.


Friday, February 16, 2018

Water’s memory,
shorter than a goldfish’s,
melts in an eddy.


Thursday, February 15, 2018

Refracted sunlight
choreographs specks of dust
on the midair stage.


Valentine’s Day, Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Contrived holiday —
Hallmark hogwash — yet flowers
and flutters are real.


Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Vinyl crates jam-packed
with machine-pressed love letters
wait for open minds.


Monday, February 12, 2018

The pinwheel’s violent
spin freezes all around it.
Modernity’s scourge.


Sunday, February 11, 2018

Toasting bright people
while walls burst wild with abstracts
and smiling eyes shine


Saturday, February 10, 2018

Nephew lost a tooth.
Another inaugural
as time gobbles youth.


Friday, February 9, 2018

Drop D tuning drones
and rattles, drenching the air.
Metal vibrates slow.


Thursday, February 8, 2018

Scopa’s lasagna
and chicken parmigiana
soak Sangiovese.


Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Sawtelle memories.
Nijiya Market. Sushi.
Crisp green-tea Kit Kats.


Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Vibrating color
vivifies cold Melrose walls.
Stones’ vitamin C.


Monday, February 5, 2018

Oak filled the smoker.
Tesla the dog stole some ribs
but missed the brisket.


Sunday, February 4, 2018

Oven-baked treasures
mesmerize old memories.
Time floats here and back.


Saturday, February 3, 2018

Butterflies mingle
over wild tangles of roots
nudging stubborn bricks.


Friday, February 2, 2018

Echo Park’s quiet
stillness whisks away by 10.
Woodcat coffee drips. 


Thursday, February 1, 2018

Be like water? No.
The wave is not the water.
Be the untamed wave.


January 2018