Haikus that touch the heart of my passions and my quest for answers and fun.
It was the last chicken in Brooklyn. Well, the last one that was still clucking.
So many common pleasures and interests alienate me, but I love fireworks.
The price we pay when we look the other way.
Impermanence, no self, non-attachment: no, thanks.
My clothing does not define my relationship with God.
