A Year and a Day of Daily Haiku
Five / Seven / Five — Started on a Whim
October 11, 2017 – October 11, 2018
Red Orange Orange On Red 1962 by Mark Rothko. A sort of abstract visual haiku, if you will...
October 2018
If you’re bored then you’re boring.
October 11, 2018, marks one year and one day of daily haiku — a writing exercise I began as a sort of written doodle while stuck on a problem at work, then continued as a small (but disciplined!) creative practice.
I wrote about this process at the midway point here.
Some came easily, while others I had to wrangle with a bit. Many times I thought of Ms. Lynn Bailey, the greatest teacher I ever had, who showed us in creative writing that the vitality in poetry lies in its verbs and concrete nouns. Adjectives like colors and intensifiers like adverbs are often just filler.
Thanks for reading.
Thursday, October 11, 2018
Feel sundials fall.
Shoestringed seconds ricochet,
moments lace lifetimes.
Wednesday, October 10, 2018
Democracy rots —
but it’s got electrolytes!
Beef Supreme will reign.
Tuesday, October 9, 2018
Cognition cascades
in recursive crashing waves.
Caffeine whips neurons.
Monday, October 8, 2018
Pulsing booster flares
criss-cross Sunday’s twilight sky.
Nebula clouds churn.
Sunday, October 7, 2018
Centerfielders glide
over grass mowed in patterns.
Game of dimensions.
Saturday, October 6, 2018
Courtney Barnett shreds
electric October air,
The Greek on its feet
Friday, October 5, 2018
Bandsaws and sawdust
form a sharp slippery maze.
Office-space Tetris.
Thursday, October 4, 2018
A rough calculus —
everyone gets the same hours;
awe of time wavers
Wednesday, October 3, 2018
All sizzle reels lie —
sharp eye knives slice through to see
which thumbs press which scales
Tuesday, October 2, 2018
Keynote decks cook from
tufted Barcelona chairs
beneath high skylights
Monday, October 1, 2018
A grasshopper lolls,
watching comings and goings
from the stucco wall
September 2018
On the trails in the Giant Sequoia National Monument.
Sunday, September 30, 2018
Friday night reverbs —
St. Vicious spinning Dead Prez —
“Bigger Than Hip Hop”
Saturday, September 29, 2018
A power drill whirs,
loosening screws that held still
as asked and waited
Friday, September 28, 2018
Nostalgia poisons
truth in memory’s rice paddies,
where dragons slither
Thursday, September 27, 2018
Gmail populates
screens with asinine replies,
making us dumber
Wednesday, September 26, 2018
Pair your close sunshine
with Jamaican jerk chicken
and friendly laughter
Tuesday, September 25, 2018
Hear juice bar motors
harmonize and rev with life.
Vitamins mingle.
Monday, September 24, 2018
The reminders flash.
Sirens signal iced violence
always on its way.
Sunday, September 23, 2018
Someone sliced their hands
stringing up the razor wire
to keep others out
Saturday, September 22, 2018
Smog, ash and clouds mix
polychromatic palettes,
refracting grandeur
Friday, September 21, 2018
Roots mangle concrete.
Plants and trees seize the surface.
Eminent domain.
Thursday, September 20, 2018
Fingers at the keys,
spider legs darting sideways,
revealing secrets
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
Marble corridors
lined with columns and echoes
arrogate stature
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Cats on windowsills,
squirrels in the canopy,
strangers in orbit
Monday, September 17, 2018
Skip guarded custom.
Find the friends who’ll drop their shields —
then abandon yours.
Sunday, September 16, 2018
Korg synths rumble-buzz
Telecaster’s paint wears through
Lights uncoil passion
Saturday, September 15, 2018
Imperfections shine,
imbalance and flaws cajole
pure goosebumps and awe
Friday, September 14, 2018
Hyperactive vibes
peek through the blinds at midday
and reboot the mood
Thursday, September 13, 2018
Tuskumogami —
honor your tools to placate
ghosts in the machines
Wednesday, September 12, 2018
Follow each bevel,
the divots, twists, cryptic dips —
find your reasons why
Tuesday, September 11, 2018
Rhapsody and laughs
descend in cascading tiers
down the old valley
Monday, September 10, 2018
Sink into smiling
tufted Barcelona chairs
and Spanish Cava
Sunday, September 9, 2018
Brutal cubes and trash
mar the soft west coast splendor.
The sun paints it all.
Saturday, September 8, 2018
Imagine the stacks —
bottles of R.E.M. sleep,
iridescent jars
Friday, September 7, 2018
Moonshots extinguish
quandaries that were once wishes
and form new plateaus
Thursday, September 6, 2018
A high G triad’s
canary yellow aura
glows with live voltage
Wednesday, September 5, 2018
Each loss and triumph
evaporates in eons.
Garbage vanquishes.
Tuesday, September 4, 2018
Millennia crawl
Molecules find new missions
Stardust realigns
Monday, September 3, 2018
The river slows soft
where old weeping willows dream
of still deep waters
Sunday, September 2, 2018
Pale blue September
slips through the open window
whispering of toil
Saturday, September 1, 2018
Coyotes connive
Griffith Park echoes with howls
Tall branches rustle
August 2018
We all could use a little more perspective in this town.
Friday, August 31, 2018
Memory’s tendrils
fashioned the first time machine
from brain chemicals
Thursday, August 30, 2018
Fireflies falter down —
the continental snow globe’s
slight bright sediment
Wednesday, August 29, 2018
Covered in bug bites
Shrouded in ancient forest
Never wish to leave
Tuesday, August 28, 2018
We’ll wind down the road,
every curve and twist a thrum,
memories sealed tight
Monday, August 27, 2018
Dank dirges, bright hymns
Forests are all life and death
Spiders fight insects
Sunday, August 26, 2018
Where we hush in awe,
sentinel sequoias reign,
defying all time
Saturday, August 25, 2018
For us they built this —
the best trap in the whole woods
we’ll never not miss
Friday, August 24, 2018
Laughing in our car
I’ll sing you a Bowie song
You be my escape
Thursday, August 23, 2018
Shy chaparral waves
undulating from afar,
calling us away
Wednesday, August 22, 2018
Metaphors mushroom
and snag in neural netting.
Has it crossed your mind?
Tuesday, August 21, 2018
Bumblebees ramble,
hedgerows vibrate with the breeze,
safe with disregard
Monday, August 20, 2018
Clarinet solos
backed by mandolin rhythms
bouncing off the bricks
Sunday, August 19, 2018
Eastside festival
Basement bars, hidden stages
Kaleidoscope sky
Saturday, August 18, 2018
Orange wine with cheese
pair with punkish rock trios —
Echo Park Rising
Friday, August 17, 2018
Twelve pounds of happy,
Sherlock the cat sheds in bursts.
A cloud of white fur.
Thursday, August 16, 2018
Dragonflies zip by
divining their hydration —
ultraviolet eyes
Wednesday, August 15, 2018
Console all creatures
on the path to your future —
old man by a fire
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
Ant in a salad
climbing a flower’s petal
embellishing yams
Monday, August 13, 2018
Neurons, galaxies.
Spirits,spotless cotton balls.
Soft and absorbent.
Sunday, August 12, 2018
Sharp glass rectangles
light up and contain the world —
doors of perception
Saturday, August 10, 2018
Laser lights through smoke
cast a geometric net
trolling retinas
Friday, August 10, 2018
Trapped on the tongue’s tip,
thoughts snagged in parapraxis
are twigs in the reeds
Thursday, August 9, 2018
Briny oysters slide,
chilled Gruner slips and sambas —
laughter has flavors
Wednesday, August 8, 2018
Necks crink toward screens.
The future is smothered in
iridium dust.
Tuesday, August 7, 2018
Green lights flip ahead,
asphalt flashes underneath
like a black river
Monday, August 6, 2018
Roasted strawberry
ice cream dribbles down a cone
in Salt & Straw’s shade
Sunday, August 5, 2018
Silky sunlight glints
a spider’s web on barbed wire,
soft and sharp violence
Saturday, August 4, 2018
Passion speeds clock hands,
interests become expertise.
Chase the bracing breeze.
Friday, August 3, 2018
Spirulina shines
through the smoothie’s dragonfruit
and MCT oil
Thursday, August 2, 2018
Eucalyptus mist
twists in still conditioned air,
insisting patience
Wednesday, August 1, 2018
Stuck on the asphalt,
discarded cardboard — 10-piece
Chicken McNuggets
July 2018
Spanish tiles cool at sunset in the Palm Springs desert.
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
“Soul Shakedown Party”
mellows the hot atmosphere
like summer soft-serve
Monday, July 30, 2018
Lemongrass green tea
shimmers in fluorescent light,
pure versus the vile
Sunday, July 29, 2018
Browsing a yard sale —
Herbie Hancock’s Monster shines
out like a beacon
Saturday, July 28, 2018
Stand in the shadow
of the Fabulous Forum
and nod to its ghosts
Friday, July 27, 2018
Watch the timer tick.
Public Image Ltd.
tix on sale at 10.
Thursday, July 26, 2018
Woke up dreaming of
two young brothers — me and mine —
unaware of time
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
No one has a care
to tally each leaf’s flutters,
yet they flit away
Tuesday, July 24, 2018
Monday afternoon
in Venice Beach, glimpsing a
breakdancing contest
Monday, July 23, 2018
Gliding through the grid
of Urban Light holding hands.
Wedding parties pose.
Sunday, July 22, 2018
Renaissance woodcuts,
priceless Chiaroscuro,
modest frames, stark walls
Saturday, July 21, 2018
Nonstop all morning,
humming a dead man’s bass line.
Immortality.
Friday, July 20, 2018
Twenty years ago,
sitting in Petrucci’s car,
Hello Nasty dropped
Thursday, July 19, 2018
Buzzing French bistros
pour summertime orange wines
that cut through pâté
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
Wi-Fi wavelengths pulse
their trembling tendrils through skies,
connecting spirits
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
Flying down Fairfax,
pushed upward by “Unwashed And
Somewhat Slightly Dazed”
Monday, July 16, 2018
Roll with accidents
and see where mishaps pile up
into rogue beauty
Sunday, July 15, 2018
Dubious free kicks,
phantom fouls and flopping stars,
mixed with rare brilliance
Saturday, July 14, 2018
Friday the 13th
comes and goes like full waxed moons
and twilight lightning
Friday, July 13, 2018
Beef-witted drivers
snag bad traffic, all blank stares
and oblivion
Thursday, July 12, 2018
Gauging the voltage
of emotions in moments
shows what your hope is
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
Humidity clots
the saccharine summer air
atom by atom
Tuesday, July 10, 2018
Wrangled metal frames
contort guardrails and concrete.
Morning on the 10.
Monday, July 9, 2018
Midsummer Night’s Dream
enchants torrid Griffith Park.
Indie Shakes scorches.
Sunday, July 8, 2018
H.D. Buttercup’s
neon sign frames branzino
and wine in pink light
Saturday, July 7, 2018
A hot supine cat
stretches on the hardwood floor
dreaming of the chase
Friday, July 6, 2018
Loss in a bottle
swims with bitter molecules
dissolving in hope
Thursday, July 5, 2018
Chiminea smoke
wafts by the barbecue grill,
all’s fire and fireworks
Independence Day, Wednesday, July 4, 2018
Heliotropes twist.
The garden’s living hour-hands,
sunflowers are clocks.
Tuesday, July 3, 2018
A strike. A tall miss.
The ball sails over the frame
through “acres of space.”
Monday, July 2, 2018
The saltwater pool
vibes jibe with blue desert skies
and UV lifestyles
Sunday, July 1, 2018
Windmills slice the air,
guarding Palm Springs with slow blades
shining white with loss
June 2018
Tangled up in blue, DTLA style.
Saturday, June 30, 2018
David Lynch captured
the pained shell and grand soul of
The Elephant Man
Friday, June 29, 2018
The Keynote rifles
through ideas and photos
with opacity
Thursday, June 28, 2018
Bird scooters pop up
and proliferate — today’s
mechanized virus
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
Corporate carpet
targets the spectrum’s bland slice
to dull the senses
Tuesday, June 26, 2018
Roasted peanut shells
crumbled beneath the hard seats
as the closer balked
Monday, June 25, 2018
Chianti cascades
down the sparkling stemless glass.
Sunday chicken parm.
Sunday, June 24, 2018
The creaks of the pier
harmonize with crashing waves.
A shoreside mashup.
Saturday, June 23, 2018
Hollyhock stalks twist
up to the canopy like
construction paper
Friday, June 22, 2018
Hazy summer skies
hover over the sharp gray
concrete Hayden Tract
Thursday, June 21, 2018
RETNA’s billboard hangs
over Wilshire and Fairfax
and unseeing eyes
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
Plastilina Mosh
attack the Regent Theater
with amplified fire
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
4:30 a.m.
Vicious dreams sink to fathoms
unglimpsed for eons
Monday, June 18, 2018
The Kimpton’s rooftop
shines with slide guitar and sun
off the 101
Sunday, June 17, 2018
The whole world’s happy
Russia lacks vuvuzelas,
the psychos’ soundtrack
Saturday, June 16, 2018
Cataclysmic clangs
crash through thin predawn stillness
as city trees sway
Friday, June 15, 2018
The world closes down,
narrowing its eyes to see
the brilliant green pitch
Thursday, June 14, 2018
A buzz button bursts.
The Szechuan flower lingers
in velvety fizz.
Wednesday, June 13, 2018
Iced Sapporo whips
black snapper kissed with ponzu
down happy gullets
Tuesday, June 12, 2018
Metal scrapes teeth while
Bourdain is mourned on TV
in the dentist’s suite
Monday, June 11, 2018
Air warps and waves in
Rancho Cucamonga heat.
Smog daubs mountains taupe.
Sunday, June 10, 2018
Morning time travel.
Open-book exploration.
Copyright ’60.
Saturday, June 9, 2018
Her irises flash
flecks of soft wheat-spike sunlight
from the bluest sky
Friday, June 8, 2018
Let’s linger in our
lavender-laced oxygen.
Hit the snooze button.
Thursday, June 7, 2018
Jacaranda leaves
leave the sky to dust the ground
with their lives and death
Wednesday, June 6, 2018
Our yellow sun glows
against thick black sunglasses
obliviously
Tuesday, June 5, 2018
A big pig rooted
in grass by my polling booth.
Way too on the nose.
Monday, June 4, 2018
Dreams of misplaced cats
and tarantula burrows
were strangely serene
Sunday, June 3, 2018
Steep Malibu cliffs
and crags catch the ocean’s song
and play it right back
Saturday, June 2, 2018
Venusian lightning
stormed across an ancient sky
slow eons ago
Friday, June 1, 2018
Our helix makes us
overthink and look too long,
laying our own traps
May 2018
More wine.
Thursday, May 31, 2018
Nonstop talkers dodge
silences, dreading their own
skeletons and truth
Wednesday, May 30, 2018
Always pick a side
to stand on, but gaze across.
Minds sway like willows.
Tuesday, May 29, 2018
Dwelling on the past,
dreaming up false days to come —
while now slips your grasp
Memorial Day, Monday, May 28, 2018
The sun screamed through gaps
between downtown skyscrapers,
reds filtered by smog
Sunday, May 27, 2018
Loose rocks topple down
the cliff, hidden away now
with rattlesnake dens
Saturday, May 26, 2018
The Hollyhock House
wrests symmetry from hilltops,
all angles and masks
Friday, May 25, 2018
The Barnsdall Art Park
beckons with wine and vistas
of Los Feliz hills
Thursday, May 24, 2018
Dropped-down opacity
mutes hues but heightens feeling.
Handsome harmony.
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Echoes in the hills
bounce past, chasing each other,
dissolving in time
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
Born At The Right Time.
Let that thought grace your neurons
with the summer breeze.
Monday, May 21, 2018
Drizzle zigzags down
glass trails dusted with pollen,
refracting traffic
Sunday, May 20, 2018
Colossal canvas.
Takashi Murakami
explodes Superflat.
Saturday, May 19, 2018
Jacaranda hypes
its happy way through the haze
trimming Chinatown
Friday, May 18, 2018
Tufted leather squeaks
as you sink into the booth
sipping mescal smoke
Thursday, May 17, 2018
Destiny’s unfixed.
Your life carves a wide spiral.
Track the right axis.
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
He was a titan —
a fierce seersuckered wizard,
a genius in full
Tuesday, May 15, 2018
Singed particle board.
Old X-rays. Rusted spotlights.
Artists made them new.
Monday, May 14, 2018
Memories spin round
and dance away — whirlybirds
through my predawn haze
Mother’s Day, Sunday, May 13, 2018
Watch your mouth and be
home before the streetlights flash.
Mom laid down the law.
Saturday, May 12, 2018
Talons clasp a wire.
Are you singing shut the sky?
Are you asking why?
Friday, May 11, 2018
Underneath the sun
stratocumulus clouds climb.
Haze accumulates.
Thursday, May 10, 2018
California skies.
Mediterranean vibes.
Arpeggio chimes.
Wednesday, May 9, 2018
Late-night office jams,
early morning concept train,
shower thoughts rain down
Tuesday, May 8, 2018
Raw plosives pop off
through the mic to the program
to tired editors
Monday, May 7, 2018
Lavender spritzer
cuts through the open-floor plan’s
war of aromas
Sunday, May 6, 2018
Superfood smoothie
coursing through our restless veins.
Sunday walkabout.
Saturday, May 5, 2018
Steeping in thick heat
as the world walks by in tune
with swaying branches
Friday, May 4, 2018
Gruner veltliner
chills in a silver bucket
of glistening ice
Thursday, May 3, 2018
Johnnie Walker Black
sloshes off the stocky glass.
The Virgil glows blue.
Wednesday, May 2, 2018
Sipping medicine.
Adenosine receptors
are tricked yet again.
Tuesday, May 1, 2018
Tuesday’s neutral grays
overtake the summer hints
that chased Sunday’s sun
April 2018
Spring begins.
Monday, April 30, 2018
Skylines scarify
the pure blue, leaving sharp scars
of human triumph
Sunday, April 29, 2018
Yankees at Angels.
Heading down to Anaheim.
(Disgusting.) Go Yanks!
Saturday, April 28, 2018
Evergreen branch tips
tangle with slack powerlines.
Tripwires guard the sky.
Friday, April 27, 2018
Ding Tai Fung dumplings
downed with amber Taiwan Beer
and too-loud laughter
Thursday, April 26, 2018
Sunrise slips inside.
The snooze button’s siren song
mesmerizes time.
Wednesday, April 25, 2018
Bright morning rooftop
meditation in the sun.
Birds sing your way through.
Tuesday, April 24, 2018
“You can skip ad in
5, 4, 3, 2, 1,” and CLICK.
All I saw was “skip.”
Monday, April 23, 2018
Public radio
fundraising between Bowie
and Morphine honey
Sunday, April 22, 2018
Shoulder, neck and spine
entwined by sharp scar tissue.
Pressure points percuss.
Saturday, April 21, 2018
Sitting on the steps
sipping cold-pressed juice in shade.
A bird yells at us.
Friday, April 20, 2018
Meditation vibes
pulse and rise in plasma waves
on a rockless shore
Thursday, April 19, 2018
Subtle switchboard flicks
throw shadows inside your skull
no one heard before
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
Juniper bushes
brush the breeze with wings of gin
reminiscences.
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
Formulas seduce,
but don’t stay chained to constraints.
It’s advertising.
Monday, April 16, 2018
Did time slip your trap?
Whole days slither from your grasp?
You’ll soon miss now too.
Sunday, April 15, 2018
No one ever told
how much a good life entails
cleaning dirty floors
Saturday, April 14, 2018
Copacetic calm
soaks through Santa Monica
in Coachella’s wake
Friday, April 13, 2018
Guinness Extra Stouts.
Nitrogen coalesces
and bubbles cascade.
Thursday, April 12, 2018
Swerve around sharp gnarls
of dead palm fronds and glide on
before the light swaps.
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
Six months of haikus
spill their sand, scattering ghosts
unsure who they were
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
Vinyasa morning.
Tight ligaments elongate
as the spine crackles.
Monday, April 9, 2018
Painted stained-glass bricks
stack high in purples and blues,
flat slashes and shards.
Sunday, April 8, 2018
Habanero heat
drips down in dark red doses.
Tangy pricker bush.
Saturday, April 7, 2018
Filipinotown
murals grip your retinas.
Gabba Gallery.
Friday, April 6, 2018
Xylophones tinkle.
Percussive precision rains
down in a drizzle.
Thursday, April 5, 2018
The mowed grass smell slams.
Hippocampus trampolines
back through the decades.
Wednesday, April 4, 2018
Old Powerball slips
laughing at your naïve face.
Pipe dreams evanesce.
Tuesday, April 3, 2018
Smooth hexagon tiles.
Geometric mosaic.
Fractals interlace.
Monday, April 2, 2018
Jet lag and NyQuil
chain the brain to an anchor
deep beneath the sea
Easter Sunday, April 1, 2018
A space station falls
through spinning debris and clouds
like a sci-fi dream
March 2018
Beautiful ugly.
Saturday, March 31, 2018
Bails of hay straggle
open Pennsylvania fields
beneath crystal sky
Friday, March 30, 2018
Cylinders. Blocks. Marsh.
Inexplicable structures
mushroom in Newark.
Thursday, March 29, 2018
The world is confused.
Production and busyness
are different species.
Wednesday, March 28, 2018
A volcano sits
waiting for a pained moment
to interrupt you
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Synonyms take wing,
Synesthesia hunts vowels.
Thesaurus — my bud.
Monday, March 26, 2018
Hyperactive waves
roll with summertime’s halo
on the horizon.
Sunday, March 25, 2018
PPL MVR pound
painted fists into their chests.
The first sasquatch band?
Saturday, March 24, 2018
Deadfalls and snags crimp
a rocky trail through the woods.
Beauty is random.
Friday, March 23, 2018
Warm shiny vinyl
spins and crackles like a hug
in ’87.
Thursday, March 22, 2018
Against gray concrete,
chromatic vitamins flash.
Fresh-squeezed orange juice.
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. Patrick’s 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 delusion’s 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
Electricity
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
Lovely lights.
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
Add it to the pile in Prague.
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
Morning eyes narrow
as blue skies breach windshield glass.
Harmonize with light.
Tuesday, January 30, 2018
Fluffed velvety pelt.
Our friends’ Siamese kitten
thumps through somersaults.
Monday, January 29, 2018
Melatonin dreams.
Five milligrams of shrew moles
digging up neurons.
Sunday, January 28, 2018
There is mercy in
David Attenborough’s voice,
but none on the screen.
Saturday, January 27, 2018
Dead-eyed canyon snakes
dart in and out of grasses
down beneath dog trails.
Friday, January 26, 2018
One friend’s one-man band,
live at the Hotel Café.
Clear crystal timbre.
Thursday, January 25, 2018
Spanish tiles tumble
down the slope below two fronds.
Curves smile while waves dance.
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
Hokusai’s eyes knew
Mount Fuji thirty-six ways.
The Great Wave can’t crash.
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
Chipped concrete dreamscape.
Gargoyles growl on the high frieze
of fogged consciousness.
Monday, January 22, 2018
Exhaust pirouettes
around cramped crawling cars’ chrome.
The soft breeze conducts.
Sunday, January 21, 2018
Acorns. Rain. Oak trees.
Titian liked to finger-paint.
Ends and means cloud truth.
Saturday, January 20, 2018
Highland Park’s Hi-Hat.
Terry Malts and Surfer Blood.
Perfect pitch plus fire.
Friday, January 19, 2018
The Marshall stacks blitz
smoky air and stagelight streams
and eardrums and time.
Thursday, January 18, 2018
Visible fractures
branch down the black fire-blown glass.
Leaflike laptop screen.
Wednesday, January 17, 2018
Cyan highlighter
guides eyes to bright ideas
like a skywriter.
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
Linen shirt wrinkles
rile up neuroses and nerves —
but nobody minds.
Martin Luther King Jr. Day, Monday, January 15, 2018
Thirty-four years old.
The Lincoln Memorial.
Dreaming for us all.
Sunday, January 14, 2018
Capo on the fourth.
Arpeggio flicks float off
like dandelions.
Saturday, January 13, 2018
Steaming milk drowns out
Soul Coughing on Spotify.
A playlist shuffles.
Friday, January 12, 2018
Venice Beach, CA.
Electric Avenue sings
its morning sunshine.
Thursday, January 11, 2018
Acrylic crescents
spike and tangle, exploding
graffiti letters.
Wednesday, January 10, 2018
Crystalline flowers
turning true to toast the sun.
Well-Tempered Clavier.
Tuesday, January 9, 2018
Weather’s carousels.
Angeleno petrichor.
Memory’s Keynote.
Monday, January 8, 2018
Cut up crushed velvet
to fashion singed bandages.
Weigh what damage is.
Sunday, January 7, 2018
Flourishing visions
flash against the black paper
of the mind’s study.
Saturday, January 6, 2018
Wobbegongs sweep sand
along ancient floors as we
sleep ten skies away.
Friday, January 5, 2018
Make things that are not.
There in the reeds of pixels
or paper or minds…
Thursday, January 4, 2018
Under the shadow
under the slate stone under
the wheelbarrow, love.
Wednesday, January 3, 2018
Galaxies and stars
look the same from our backwoods
rock of a home base.
Tuesday, January 2, 2018
A dorsal fin cuts
water, water heals and froths
its fond reunion.
New Year’s Day, Monday, January 1, 2018
Swivel back as the
calendar catapults by.
Odometers hum.
December 2017
Birds on a wire congregate and make resolutions.
New Year’s Eve, Sunday, December 31, 2017
Arbitrary time
marks vast perfected orbits.
Possibilities.
Saturday, December 30, 2017
Big Sur. Little mice
triumph in its pebbles, proud.
Trees stand guard and beam.
Friday, December 29, 2017
Twilight solves the proof:
ninety-seven miles per hour
is the speed of life.
Thursday, December 28, 2017
The old way lingers.
Hades hasn’t changed that much.
Florescent-lit cubes.
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Yellows, purples, reds,
swift flashes, bright crunchy flight.
1994.
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Anticipation.
Crinkled wrapping paper sighs.
Bring out the garbage.
Christmas Day, Monday, December 25, 2017
Quiet Christmas dawn.
Soft winter light a blanket
of liquid color.
Sunday, December 24, 2017
Douglas fir needles
poke the air with crisp clean scents
and hopes to start fresh.
Saturday, December 23, 2017
Punctuation wars
with shadows and boils the tar
dropped on marauders.
Friday, December 22, 2017
Remember when — no.
Remember who we were? Small.
Frail promises forged.
Thursday, December 21, 2017
Throwback Thursday rolls
its eyes and laughs. “Just wait, fools.”
Now will be the past.
Wednesday, December 20, 2017
The blank page is not
blank, but brims with ripe pixels.
Promises, breath, youth.
Tuesday, December 19, 2017
A gumball machine
clicks through its monastic life,
seeding tiny joys.
Monday, December 18, 2017
Canary yellow
Lemonhead Lamborghini
explosion of life.
Sunday, December 17, 2017
Sad frayed curtains hang,
threads last scratched by someone not
here any more. Gone.
Saturday, December 16, 2017
Major Dickason
blends some mad magic with mine.
Mind’s levitation.
Friday, December 15, 2017
Sunset’s flickers freeze.
Blurred pixelated candles
crash down a cold well.
Thursday, December 14, 2017
Backlit keyboard cracks
emit an even cosmos.
All the rest are odd.
Wednesday, December 13, 2017
Habits curl and clasp.
Coarse calcium deposits
hug an old faucet.
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
“Punk rock changed our lives.”
Double Nickels On The Dime.
Who was your D. Boon?
Monday, December 11, 2017
Corkscrew curls cascade.
“Cymotrichous,” I whisper.
Her smile — everything.
Sunday, December 10, 2017
Christmas parties roll.
Whiskey jars colder flashbacks.
85 degrees.
Saturday, December 9, 2017
Coffee-cup cardboard’s
rough border hugs precious heat.
Fingertips vibrate.
Friday, December 8, 2017
Pillories stocked full
with clowns and crass charlatans.
Chuck spoiled tomatoes.
Thursday, December 7, 2017
Camouflage brain waves
interweaving with your thoughts.
Someone else’s frame.
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
Asphalt specked with trash.
Curves lined to practice deference.
Oblivion’s cracks.
Tuesday, December 5, 2017
Spicks and specks of ash
surf eastbound gusts to dawn’s toes.
Taillights blink and stare.
Monday, December 4, 2017
Aluminum-sealed
Yamamotoyama steeps,
green as spearmint sprigs.
Sunday, December 3, 2017
Honeymoon distant.
Peopleless Barbuda rests.
Pink sands drift and wait.
Saturday, December 2, 2017
Magenta bracelets
shimmer in Miami’s flames.
The air is soft steam.
Friday, December 1, 2017
Still dracaenas sip
sunlight straight from autumn’s air.
Lithium snifters.
November 2017
Scatter and fade.
Thursday, November 30, 2017
Black hole. Felt OK
underneath a shady stone.
Nineteen ninety-nine.
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
A playground’s laughter
flings around the corner wall.
Far futures echo.
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
Buzzwords choke the stream.
Thick electrified slugs coil
around cold roiled minds.
Monday, November 27, 2017
The bright new net fails.
Happiness is a shadow
cast by your actions.
Sunday, November 26, 2017
Put on Revolver
and wallow in its colors
and jolts and dreamscapes.
Saturday, November 25, 2017
Faint clouds paint pictures.
Steam forms syllables and signs.
A skywriter soars.
Friday, November 24, 2017
“A bottle of gin,
typewriter and violin —
wouldn’t you like that?”
Thanksgiving, Thursday, November 23, 2017
Love and health and more
than can be counted. Slow down
when you have so much.
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
Mysterious squid,
too brilliant for our menus.
Wise alien life.
Tuesday, November 21, 2017
The virus travels
light. No bags, no vertebrae.
No direction home.
Monday, November 20, 2017
Glide along hedgerows.
Ignore the calm honeybees
humming their harvest.
Sunday, November 19, 2017
Sunday’s light footsteps.
Fairfax. Commissary. Kids.
Supreme’s line is sad.
Saturday, November 18, 2017
We each had a seat
in the giant tree’s branches.
Milestones of small dreams.
Friday, November 17, 2017
Cars and clouds cruise by.
Strap on your ear goggles and
you’re ready to go.
Thursday, November 16, 2017
Low piano keys
sing through the bones of your arms,
tendrils taking hold.
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
Such astounding luck.
Gratitude’s lash makes you laugh
through its sting.
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
Primeval nature,
21st century plans.
Mad clash of passions.
Monday, November 13, 2017
Take off your jacket
to stroll outside in L.A.
The cold office numbs.
Sunday, November 12, 2017
Scribbling shadows
swimming in morning’s small light.
The unconscious stirs.
Saturday, November 11, 2017
The wrapped plastic crap
smells of new Star Wars figures.
Neurons trampoline.
Friday, November 10, 2017
Have you ever tried
counting cars on the Turnpike?
Mrs. Wagner pies?
Thursday, November 9, 2017
There are anxious winds
brushing velvet leaves with sky.
All air is borrowed.
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
Time will twist apart
the double-stuffed Oreo
of our dark autumn.
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Remember old pets —
those saints and joyful patrons —
who carried you here.
Monday, November 6, 2017
Head down. Hands ablaze.
There’s your ladder and your sky.
Do work, slash ego.
Sunday, November 5, 2017
Daylight Saving farce.
Warp our rhythms and routines —
the cats do not heed.
Saturday, November 4, 2017
The drummer offered
me a haircut at the show.
But she left early.
Friday, November 3, 2017
Guard your butterflies.
Brutes and barbarians wait
at the strip mall’s edge.
Thursday, November 2, 2017
Papa John’s pizza?
You got Papa John’s pizza??
smdh
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
Sunrays, like echoes
ricocheting off cold glass,
never stop trying.
October 2017
Spooky but cool.
Halloween, Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Twix over Kit Kats.
Milk Duds are pure repugnance.
Dots rule. Don’t @ me.
Monday, October 30, 2017
Kool Aid’s majesty.
1989’s wide sky.
Summertime’s backyard.
Sunday, October 29, 2017
Single-origin
hot Honduran black magic.
Blue Bottle Coffee.
Saturday, October 28, 2017
Twitter was once wild —
a weird wide-open canvas.
Bot ruination.
Friday, October 27, 2017
Spare a kind thought for
Village Green Preservation.
“God save Donald Duck.”
Thursday, October 26, 2017
A teacher writes down,
“Fierce hippos kill more than sharks.”
Assumptions mislead.
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
Quasars, brightest lights.
Won’t know till tomorrow though.
Time spools dark spirals.
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
Astros at Dodgers.
Game 1. 100 degrees.
NLCS 2.
Monday, October 23, 2017
Talking Heads, mid-song.
“White caps. A baseball diamond.
Nice weather down there.”
Sunday, October 22, 2017
Volcanic Eros
was the name of the painting.
Fierce words drowned out oils.
Saturday, October 21, 2017
Graffiti: “The past
is a bucket of ashes.”
Whose past is today?
Friday, October 20, 2017
Travel back in time.
Shout, “DAN. Listen to The Jam.
You damn corndog nerd.”
Thursday, October 19, 2017
Thick, ancient workhorse.
This MacBook Pro’s gigantic.
It’s old. Runs real hot.
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Terrycloth towel
wrapped around you. Nothing else
attaches like thoughts.
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Was the day *that* good?
“Two in the morning got the
Fatburger”? C’mon.
Monday, October 16, 2017
I saw a dog smile
in Rite Aid’s A.C. respite.
Gratitude ripples.
Sunday, October 15, 2017
Wine bottle’s cork rolls.
Paws slide on the kitchen floor.
How we’ll yearn for this.
Saturday, October 14, 2017
Shoeboxed photos smell
like secret childhood hideouts.
Blackberry bushes.
Friday, October 13, 2017
Clementine peels rest
on the desk wrapped in napkins,
like clean bright D chords.
Thursday, October 12, 2017
Trails with no guardrails,
like the best keyboard shortcuts.
Paved with memory.
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
Chicken kabob spears
glisten black in autumn’s sun.
Way back these were trees.