Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

kosher deli dream
is it—was it kosher
sugar nightmares

cryptic haiku
old man dreams
dark visions of self-destruction

I love my dreams
cheap entertainment
my dreams are Golden Globes™

mid morning light
in a four windowed room
sun has travelled far

thermometer climbs
fog burned off
and I need to go now

notation of earth's rotation
high noon and sixty two
wind chills

wait eight more degrees
in the mean time I get
up and

do stuff with my stuff
then sit down aspell
and type these so called haiku

and eat an orange

spill some more
patterns on my page
the flow grows

yesterday was a window once
now we look back on it
our faces reflected

two dogs
pounce from my garden
i miss old neighbour

old neighbour
home from hospital
where is the cough?

new landscape
wild west
i write haiku

that one was an extra special joy, judih -
thank you

awake
aware
rivers in africa
cheerios in chicago

presto changeo
what was quiet
roars into focus

body loose
mind takes notes
smile fest

everything's looming
at every turn
what a world

tel aviv haiku

pre-dawn boardwalk
family shouts
on their way home

hotel room
seaview
honks of taxis

salads and beans
tehina and beansprouts
dinner buffet

strange moods
mid winter nights
no birds fly now

the past
invisible
lays over everything

no fox
dares leave
track here

after 18 days
new year arrival
hits home

rockin it on
snow at dawn
snowplows on patrol
their rumbling passage
winging snow
far to the sides

computer distress
poor tiny baby
sits this one out