I’m experimenting with form at the moment. I really believe haiku writing helps you be succinct, and widens your vocabulary.

The correct question, with which we can win the world, is not why, just how.

I am overwhelmed with grief. Heartache, of a sort. It blooms within me.

I dreamed of whales and seagulls. The salt spray crusted on my cheeks and hair.

Up! Up! Burst through seed and soil to greet the sun. Come, tiny plants, and grow.

“Did you say something about sprinklers?” I say, in my sleep addled state.

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