What’s The Good Of Experience? Haiku

What’s the good of my

experience if I don’t

capture, write and share?

Museums Inspire Me To Believe I Can: Haiku

Why come I again

to museums? Inspired

to believe I can.

I learn about my

biases, try to include

all, get excluded.

When you fail to do

what you feel* you’re supposed to,

melancholy hits.

OR
*know

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The greening of old/
oak trees is a sign not just/
of Spring, but of hope.

One time, someone cool/

told me I was cool. From then,/

to my shock, I am.

Think. Don’t be so quick/
to raise your hand to serve, cuz/
most really don’t care.

It’s impossible/

to break all the rules if none/

have been established.

When I snap at folks,/
regardless of why, I find/
I don’t like me much.

Writing a haiku/
on Kobayashi Maru/
is hard. Done. I won.