There’s Always Hope: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

The great thing about/
Tomorrow is that it will/
always offer Hope.

Flying To The City Of New Orleans, Crying: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

As I wait to fly/
to N’awleans, my daughter’s/
note moves me to tears.

If intellects hold/
discussions sans responses,/
do their heads implode?

I would never say/
“sorry” when change opens new/
opportunities.

Making everything/
about us is how we/
relate to all things.

She pauses, listens,/
eyes closed, feels breezes play. That’s/
deeply personal.

Back with a vengeance/
is present tense. You need to/
write to just write, right?

At 1:26/
a.m., 33 years past,
Itty-Bitty came.

Lips which kiss in love/
tender, not passionate lust,/
are yet innocent.

Kind words falling from/
pure and innocent lips must/
just bring happiness.