Tag Archives: Haiku Horizons


    Hearts, feelings, and lives — too bad if they get broken. It’s part of the game.      

The Desert

    Date palms swish and sway; Bedouins’ smoking hookahs scent the desert breeze        


Round and round he goes Dog chases tail; catches it. Now what, he wonders.  


If only the hand— the hand that fits in yours so perfectly, were mine.    

The Jar

Fireflies blinking Secret message to others Beware: Kids with jars.