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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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. 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 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.

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.

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 Years Day, Monday, January 1, 2018

Swivel back as the
calendar catapults by.
Odometers hum.

 

December 2017

Birds on a wire congregate and make resolutions.

Birds on a wire congregate and make resolutions.

New Years 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.

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.

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.