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.