Hey, it’s Friday night / I need a haiku idea / Have you got any?
What does it mean to be yourself?
I have jury duty tomorrow.
Today marks 11 months since Russia invaded Ukraine.
Poor design is all around us.
As I get older, I realize that timelines start to shift, sometimes in a dramatic way.
I just woke up from a nap.
It’s Friday night, so I’m going to keep my haiku tradition going.
Do you ever think about all the weird obsessions people have?
What was for me an ordinary day was for her a fragile, sorrowful slog through the motions.
