Tag Archives: haiku

Flirtation (Haiku)

Flirtation; magic.

Tiny flashes race through us

as eyes meet… and dance


Guardians (Haiku)

Old brown eyes peer out

from porches throughout the hood,

silently guarding.

Pain in Solitude. Memories from an underground mine (haiku)

“Goddddd-damnit that hurt!”

My muffled moan finds no ears.

For I am alone.


Mud (haiku)


Cool mud relaxes

But first you must be willing

to have muddy toes.

by: Brian Taylor

Thinking About My Great Grandmother (haiku)

My life, mostly great.

So why is my heart heavy?

Great Granny ain’t here.

In the loving memory of Edith Armstrong.
One of the greatest women I have ever known.