Broken training wheel
Pale skin of motionless child
Sticky pool of blood
Leave out the pronouns
And other tricks for haiku
Need to keep it brief
Loves video games
Borders on an obsession
Would play them all day
Screams to get her way
Even when we ignore she
Screams to get her way
Simple truths revealed
Writing about a life is
Writing poetry
Not Left against Right
Today’s bumper sticker said
The State against you
Hard to get going
Start slowly and build up speed
Feels great when you’re done
Their young minds wonder
What does it mean to be dead?
They’re fearless and pure
Lost power last night
Stood watch over the sump pump
Protecting what’s mine
How was your weekend?
Great. Wish I could remember
What the hell I did
The wall that divides
What you wish from what must be
So they serve each other
Your full potential
Will only be realized when
You tear down the wall
We all know nothing
About things that matter most
We just think we do
Breathe it in deeply
Let it out throughout your day
It will sustain you
Pick it up, eat it
It’s not that dirty. Diff’rence
Between Mom and Dad
Deep morning stillness
Shades drawn, children are sleeping
Their untroubled brows
Center of my world
Not the thing that brings me joy
Thing that must be fed
They’re scared and they’re hurt
Failed my job to keep them safe
Now must keep them calm
I saw it coming
Could do nothing about it
Except run and scream
We’re giant people
Draped in non-descript fabric
Did you bring us food?
Think about writing
If it makes me feel alive
Why not do it more?
Meeting with my peers
Learning where we’re similar
More so where we’re not
What is there to learn
When you’re always the teacher
Never the student?
Lost my connection
Not to just the Internet
To my world, myself
There are choices to make
In moments of clarity
Be what you’d become
Back in the routine
After a week’s vacation
Both happy and sad
Follow your passion
And the money will follow
So says the artist
The Newport Resort
In Egg Harbor, Wisconsin
A nice place to stay
