Alas, we come to the end. February, along with National Haiku Writing Month 2018, bid adieu. A parting kiss, a tip of the hat, and a thanks to all.
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Day 22
Just five syllables
away from finding five more
to finally fin…
Day 23
The first winter snows
fall late in February
to a Springing earth.
Day 24
Go ahead and pull
the trigger of your lover.
She is still hungry.
Day 25
Lacerated flesh
smells of burning horizons.
All in a day’s work.
Day 26
Souls, in hollow steel.
An industry of madness
makes tiny men rich.
Day 27
It seems we eschew
the pulchritude of gladness
for want of power.
Day 28
Today, I shot kids.
Thanks be to God that I can
live where I am free.
