What if angels were
just winged men from an alien
planet, but for real?

Yeah, I got anger
issues, but that anger comes
from a peaceful place.

If it doesn't 
matter, it doesn't. If it does
matter then it does.

Yes, there are seven
deadly sins. Lest we forget 
the seven virtues.

So mysterious
are your eyes. I couldn't look 
away if I tried.

That's it. I'm giving 
you the Black Flag. Get off the 
fucking track, OLD MAN!

How'd the Crawley
girls get so lucky with two
feisty rich-bitch grandmas?

Today is another
day. Another beautiful,
beautiful day.

As ridiculous 
as it is I love seeing 
teenagers in love.

I just thought of the 
guy with the Pepsi-Cola
tattoo on his chest.

I like the crows, but
don't worry. I didn't forget
about you, squirrel.

I don't often hear
the woodpecker pecking, but 
when I do I listen.

The train sounded 
urgent this morning. Like it was
worried or something.

Money doesn't care 
who owns it, but, sonny, you 
sure in the hell should.

My cousin once
chopped the head off a rattler,
but the snake still bit 'im.

Your kisses drive me
crazy. You touch me and I
turn to a puddle.

When I awoke there
was a note. That note might make
the rest of my days.

I am writing as 
my sweet daughter watches and
takes in the movements.

The tree's colors
blended together as if they
hugged right where they stood.

I like Cleopatra.
She was a woman who 
knew what she wanted.

A spell so evil
even the evilest of evil
will spook and scare. 

Sitting quietly
before the storm hits summoning
my inner witch.

We can expect nothing
from our children other than
to be who they are.

I really don't mean
to be the way I am. I 
just can't help myself.

Then Jesus said, 
"Screw you, buddy! You're on your own."
Wait, no he didn't.

The baby's soft head
against my breast create a 
warm glow all their own.

It didn't need any 
scary decor. The house 
was spooky enough. 

Chillaxin' like 
Budha at sunset, quiet, 
underneath a big tree.

It's one of those days
where every person I see 
is just beautiful.

As I walk this land
I feel the ancestors in
everything that breathes.

It's not just the kitchen
that's hot, honey. That heat 
you feel is all me.

I like crows, horses,
buffalo, coyotes, cats,
rattlesnakes and raccoons. 

I am standing in
the living room bouncing the baby
watching my soap.

I thought I knew you.
I was clearly wrong. Disappointment
hurts. Sad face.

The smell of the smoke
and the white wine together
make me like this world.

The crow sat atop
a pumpkin pecking its skin.
And the world seemed right.

Your features are sharp
like the beak, soft like the
feathers of a rare bird.

The grey falls down
around you until you become
thick in the season.

The dude next door likes
to sing out loud, but he sort 
of sings like a girl

There is a way I 
remember my childhood. It's 
not the way it was.

Until the earth is
swallowed by a black hole and
becomes bright grey dust.

Shame and guilt are
useless emotions gifted from 
the hands of others.

She was worth fighting
for like she was the only 
girl left in the world.

It takes a little 
longer, but by helping others
you help yourself.

There is poetry
in the air. You can smell it
darn near everywhere.

Then there is the smell
of the homemade pie cooling
on the window sill.

The season of dreams,
nostalgia, déjà vu.
The season of the witch.

As I carry my 
babe, the mamas before 
me carried theirs, too.

I love the way the
moon's reflection lights up the
night road's rain water.

Sometimes I like to
think about the cavewoman
burping her baby.

It's really hard
writing a haiku every single
day of my life.

I just want to tell
you, from the bottom of my  
big heart, I love you.

Time can feel so short
or very long or like it's 
been no time at all.

They call me a 
romantic. I wouldn't have it 
any other way.

Leaving the plains for 
the rain forest. I'll miss my
friend, the tumbleweed.

My eyes and thoughts may
wander, but my heart and soul
are always at home.

I dreamt about you
last night and I'm pretty sure
you dreamt about me.

The weeping willow
is always so pretty even
when it's crying.

Love will bring us 
together. Hate will tear us apart.
It's that simple.

Mom, can you tell the 
story of you growing up?
Yes, I can daughter.

You can call me out
on the rug and I'll say,
"May I have this dance?"

That train follows me
wherever I go. Even
when I'm far from home.

"All you need is your
own imagination. So use it
that's what it's for."
-Madonna

Somewhere someone is
thinking about you and 
wishing you were closer.

Here I am, again,
writing another haiku 
for you to enjoy.

Fact mixes with fiction, 
past becomes present and 
dreams are reality.

I dreamt it was the
holidays and my grandmother
was still alive.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

The piano teacher
moved out. I miss the notes
floating through the window.

I could watch your bright 
eyes watching the world for as 
long as the world turns.

It's as simple as
watching you wax your hair and 
I'm in love again.

Laughter might be the 
only survival skill you'll 
need in this cruel world.

To have infectious
laughter might be the best
compliment in the world.

It's a mad, mad, mad,
mad, mad, mad and sometimes 
awesome world we live in.

What more is beyond
the sky other than more and 
more beautiful sky?

There's a crow that
attacks people on the bridge.
I haven't met him yet.

Expect the best and
you'll get less. Expect less and
you might be impressed.

We are all natives.
Natives of the stars in this
cosmic universe.

People say "check yourself
before you wreck yourself,"
but it ain't me, babe

I know what you're going
to say. I'm awesome and
shouldn't change a thing.

I close my eyes and 
hear a Spanish guitar and 
forget where I am.

Every story's the
same. You learn who you are and
then, one day, you die.

All my life I dreamt
of this moment. Now it's here 
and it feels unreal.

I'd spank those kids, too, 
if I were that old lady 
that lived in a shoe.

I have a pokey
booger in my nose I just 
can't seem to get out!

I dreamt I was in
a big house without walls or
a roof or a floor. 

I did not hear the 
crow today, but he did see
me and I saw him.

Sometimes the sky feels
so far away. Today it's like
weight on my shoulders.

It's like the friction
and rapport that the sky feels
when meeting the land.

My two constants, my 
friends the crow and the train, I 
did not hear today.

You're the lox to my
bagel, ice to my tea, the
cappu to my ccino.

Look toward the sea, the 
trees. You never left Eden.
It's all around you.

Throughout this life you
are not just you, but many 
different shades of you.

Another day that's 
pure and perfect despite the
uphill climb I face.

See everything the
other sees through their eyes and never
go to bed angry.

Some days feel like a 
magic carpet ride. Others feel 
like the long walk home.

"Sanity and
happiness are an impossible
combination."
-Mark Twain

Cry, frown, furrow your
brow, fear, question, hide your eyes,
stop and smell the roses.

I kind of believe 
that it takes a very brave
person to be kind.

The sky's the limit!
Or maybe it's not. Maybe
there is no limit.