Haiku365

1.29.10

Already, thoughts have
fallen alongside running
lines here, nearly missed.

1.28.10

Lucid, and floating
the thought of letting a warm
trickle become flush.

1.27.10

So much data swirls
through and around my fingers,
leaving paper cuts.

1.26.10

Broken away from
routine, I scratched off my skin
and fell back on me.

10.19.09

Small arms, fleece curdled
and clinging around one wrist,
as I pull him out.

10.10.09

This morning, the snow
is returning, flake by flake,
like volcano ash.

10.06.09

Above my left side
and cold, behind me, the moon
may be my angel.