A summer night

Now that it is night 

With clouds vanquished far away

Summertime feels here

This summer morning haiku

This summer morning
Seattle’s cool mistyness
Singing to my heart

Something about Seattle’s misty mornings speak to my soul. 

Fear gains it’s power

Loving our neighbors?

From the seeds of our distrust

Fear gains its power 

Rage’s Deceptions: A Haiku

Something to beware
Rage’s deceptive power
Corroding our souls


The next in my exploration of rage.

Hope: Rage’s Antidote 

Rage’s hopelessness

It’s the mirror of despair 

Hope: the antidote

Hope requires vision, and the belief that humanity can work together. 

Counteracting the rage: a haiku

Fear births rage 

So easily exploited

Instead, speak of hope 

Countering rage with rage isn’t creatuve, isn’t beautiful. We only become more divided, leaving more scorched earth, more broken. We must remember community has value, too. 

This Age of Rage: A Haiku

In this age of rage 

Where invective flows freely 

Seek this voice of grace 

A Cycling Haiku

I move with the wind
Upon these steel wheels
Over asphalt night

I was able to ride this evening. Something I delight to do, though time has been challenging of late. The feeling of drifting over the road has long brought me tranquility and peace. A critical peace of my sanity while, as a young teen, I watched my mother consumed with cancer. Motion soothed my tortured soul. 

This Friday morning: a haiku

​And now dawn has come

Sleep kept this hidden from me

Until the birds called

Remember that we have the power to pursue joy

Antidote to fear 

Focus on the positive

Create your own joy