Must create new stuff
While honoring tradition
There’s so much to learn
Biz Admin Who Loves Technology
I started writing haiku in my junior high creative writing class. After high school, though, when I started studying the Beat Poets, and Kerouac in particular, my fondness for this art form grew. I tend to focus mostly on the 5-7-5 style, but occasionally I explore further.

Nights power rising
Warm air freed from the cloud’s grace
Wakefulness waning



Upon summer’s cusp
Each day the air gets warmer
Joyful, carefree hearts

As I’m walking past
Quietly amidst the green
The moss sings to me

Walking this roadside
Deep within my mind’s silence
As the sunlight fades


Summer approaches
Spring time’s flowers are fading
The air is warmer

Under this sunshine
Pondering fragility
And life’s strange graces
Such a strange week. Monday afternoon my son crashed his skateboard, ending up with a significant concussion and “mild” bleeding on the brain. Monday night & Tuesday were spent talking about many possible (and frightening) scenarios. Wednesday we’re talking about leaving and Thursday we made it home. Friday we joined some friends for dinner. Surreal, in the end.
Now, we only just started this journey. 45 minutes at dinner with friends exhausted him. He spent most this morning’s energy at our eye doctor’s simply getting glasses adjusted.
We’re home. His mind is mostly intact, and healing quickly. Doctors believe we’ll have 100% recovery. Looking at the possibilities, I feel deep gratitude. We escaped some brutal stuff. I’m grateful for that.
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My son is sleeping
As night has taken over
This long week ending