Haikus by Tyler Duchynski

Hard linoleum

Stalls silent in formation

Bathroom, sweet bathroom.

Cracks begin to form

Branches bear no tender warmth

Death upon the tree

Recent Posts

I will arise and go now, and go to the Fish of Hook, Where I can walk from beautifully babbling brook, Which shall flow over gentle...

In silence I scream, too scared to reach out, I clench my fist as I see others go by, those who can speak to others with ease, I hide...

The warm breeze beckons. Many temples painted red. Frozen history.