Haiku on the Collapse
#55 of poetry
I don't tend to do Haiku but this one just came to me.
Fiddling while Rome burns,
If a fiddle's all you have,
Is hardly a sin.
King of Pentacles Takes Knave of Diamonds
Had there been opportunity to ask them, locals would have said the old ruin back in the woods was considered haunted. But a fugitive seldom has time to appreciate colorful local folklore. This one saw only a place to hide, to let pursuit pass by, to...
Advice to the Traumatized Coyote in the Passenger Seat of My Tow Truck
I'm not the guy you come to for advice Unless it's on what not to do. Besides You shouldn't take just anyone's advice. You don't mind if I ramble on a bit? Save you the grief of making small talk, yeah? Besides, there isn't much to see out...
Introduction to The Lone and Level Sands Stretch Far Away
We met two travelers to an antique land. Across the haunted stars they came in search-- While newly mated, newly hand in hand-- Of shattered remnant visage in the dirt. The one has eyes on knowledge and renown And seeks the truth whatever it may...