Vic switches on the Netflix, and H. Jon Benjamin thrills us. Popcorn and lemonade, popcorn and lemonade, nightly fun indoors, yet we lay in the shade. The get-together moves into mellow pastures as Pandora plays her new age melodies. I’m on the floor, I’m on the floor – no J. Lo or Pitbull needed as minds and souls soar. We […]Read more "– on the floor –"
Whispers of anger… shades of red from yesteryear… guilt in the morning. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– haiku # 27 –"
Time’s just ticking away, ticking away, it won’t stay. Minutes have come and gone, no longer jump, no longer play. Birthday cards need finishing. Dirty dishes need good rinsing. Time’s just ticking away, ticking away, it won’t stay. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– straight to the point –"
Butterflies or a sinister illness… either way, something is rumbling down there. The longest ache should leave me winded, gasping, grasping for relief that will be ever… lasting. Such knots would be hopelessly tied, leaving tears in and out these eyes. However, butterflies and/or a sinister illness have lost effect on these bones. It doesn’t […]Read more "– assured… or something like it –"
Voice and rhythm blare… I’m held captive by the sound, a stereo type. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– haiku # 26 –"
The look… of love… is found… online? I’ve debated this, contemplated this, finding (e)harmony with that certain someone. Skepticism though leaves me one heart distraught. No effort to go leaves me one heart logged off. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– profiler –"
Make my sacrifice… but not another man’s life. No soul for sale here. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– haiku # 25 –"