Haikus
February 2026
His girlfriend watching
He takes pictures of his food
For his wife at home
When my brain goes to
dark and dusty old places
It needs a riddle
I will beat you now
She says, straw broom in her hand
Best massage ever
Thinking and breathing
In rhymes and lines and rhythmic
Designs of my heart
She cracked my ego
open like a coconut
it was delicious
My man lets me rest
brings me food and keeps people
away from my space
A Cormorant sits
Confidently and serene
He knows who he is
The word authentic
Has been very overused
I need a new one
Attila the cook
His service in high demand
For one hungry guest