Haiku About Identity and Self

KINDNESS SCORCHES

HIS HEART IS FRIGID:DANCING IN THE FLAMES,HE IS, AT LAST, FREE.

LONG BRAIDED BEARDSGRUBBY WITH WISDOMROOTS TO GATHER

NORTH UNMARKEDON HIS MORAL COMPASS,THE NEEDLE SPINS

INTERIORITY

THE LIONS IN ZOOSDREAM OF CAGES SO VAST THATTHEY INCLUDE JUNGLES

GOALIE HIGHLIGHTS

WE ONLY SEE YOUWHEN EVERYONE ELSE HAS FAILEDYOU AGAINST THE WORLD

"I BROUGHT THE FIRST STONE"A TRANSGENDERED WOMANTELLS A COUNCIL MEMBER

BIBLIOPHOBIA

I ESCAPED AND DON’TPLAN ON RETURNING TO THOSEINK COVERED PAGES.

SKYWARD HAIKU

I DO NOT FEEL DOWN.IF I TURN MY HEAD SKYWARD,WILL YOU BELIEVE ME?

LEARNING CURVE

HEADSTRONG, STOUT YOUNG STREAMWHITE WATER TRIALS PROVE ROUGHWISDOM OF THE FALL

SACROSANCT

GEOMETRIC GIRLOBLIVION’S STARRY SKYMOORED TO NOTHINGNESS

DREAMLESS SLEEP

NO CLOUDS IN THE SKYPEOPLE STAY AWAKE WONDERINGWHAT THEIR DREAMS WOULD BE

THE UNKNOWN

DAZZLING WONDER.THOUGHTS WHISPER EMPTY FUTURE.FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN

FREEDOM

WHAT A STRONG NEW FORCE;BLACK, WHITE, AND OF A WOMAN!WHAT MINORITY?

NEFERTITI IN THE NEUES MUSEUM

THINKING WOMEN SIT ON STONE,CROWNED AND BEJEWELEDIN EVERY MISTAKE.

LIFE LESSONS

MY FIFTEENTH SUMMERREALIZING QUEEN ANNE'S LACEIS JUST A WEED

ACCEPTING

SLOW WALKINGON SHATTERED GLASSACCEPTING

A MAN'S TRUTH

A MAN’S TRUTH IS NOTIN SECONDARY SOURCESBY DEFINITION

FATHERHOOD

I HAVE LOST MYSELF—PLAYING INTO THE DOLLHOUSE DRAMA,THE GOSSIP, OF MY DAUGHTER’S TOYS.

SO MUCH MOVES

I AM WATCHING YOU TALK:SO MUCH MOVES BEFOREYOUR MOUTHOPENS

LIKE A BALL AND CHAINSTRUGGLE IS NOT BEAUTIFULAND MY SOUL IS CHAFED

WISER

FINDING AND LOSING.LETTING GO AND HOLDING ON.DIFFERENTIATE

THE MOON

USE YOUR EYES, POND SNAIL,NOT YOUR IMAGINATION.THE MOON IS THE MOON.

TEAR

POLYESTER STARS,LYCRA SKY, A NYLON MOONSTRETCH, TEAR, AS WE GROW.

OMNIANA

FLAMES CAST NO SHADOW—LIKE TRUTHS WE BRING TO LIGHT—THEYBURN US JUST THE SAME

MEDITATION

SILENCING THE MINDACKNOWLEDGING THE PRESENTCONTROLLING LOUD THOUGHTS.

ALIVE

HANDS GRASPING DESPITEUNKNOWN VACANCIES INSIDEDO YOU FEEL ALIVE?

LIFE

LIFE IS AN OLD HORSEMAN;WANDERING AIMLESSLY, WITH NO STOPS. FLAGGING BITTERLY.I AM THE FLAGGED HORSE.

AN OBSERVATION

HE PICKS PHANTOM CORDSLIKE A GUITAR ON HIS THIGHS.A NERVOUS HABIT.

LOST IN TECHNOLOGY

INSTA-TWITTER-SNAPBUT DO YOU KNOW HOW TO TASTERAINDROPS ON YOUR TONGUE?

RAINING WHILE THE SUN IS OUT

THERE’S A STORM OUTSIDEAND THERE’S A STORM INSIDE TOO,WAITING FOR A LIGHT.

RENEWAL

WIGS CHANGE EVERY DAYSELF SUPPLANTS SELF JOYOUSLYCHEMOTHERAPY

BUDDING CHRYSALIS

BUDDING CHRYSALIS–THE RUSTLE OF SILKON PROM NIGHT

OMAKASE

I AM SASHIMIRAW, GLIMMERING, OVER RICE —SERVED OMAKASE

STEADFAST

OLD CHILD WHO RISES TODAY.I LOOK TO THE TREES.STEADFAST IN THEIR CONFIDENCE.

FEAR

FEAR HIDES IN TWILIGHTWISDOM LURKS IN THE DARKNESSLONELINESS STANDS TALL

EXOTIC THINGS

BANANA PLANTS, AZALEAS:HOW I ENVY YOUMY FATHER’S ADORATION

AVALANCHE

CRUSHED BY THE RUBBLEOF OTHERS’ EXPECTATIONSWAITING FOR RELIEF

PAPER FLOWER

A PAPER FLOWERIN A VASE NEEDS NO WATERBUT WILL NEVER BLOOM