Category Archives: Haiku

inournakednights rubbingbodiestohairless framedinwrinkledsheets.

Waking this small town with bullets and violence; It’s not our Denton.

Through the pill bottle turning and tumbling ’round —a kaleidoscope.

When it comes to you, my knees only know “buckle,” my shoes laced with hope.

Even in our land where pats lose for their spirit, freedom has a price.