sitting on the rooftop
best friends
and beer cans

sitting on the rooftop
best friends
and beer cans
nothing better
than that

Looking back on life
the simple times were best.
sitting on the rooftop
best friends
and beer cans

sitting on the rooftop
best friends
and beer cans
hastily below
mom searches for us

sitting on the rooftop
best friends
and beer cans
reminisce of the good ol' days
graduation 

sitting on the rooftop
best friends
and beer cans
add to the collection
of memories past

the pastor's sermon
in the background
we pass notes

the pastor's sermon
in the background
we pass notes
pausing outside of the church
she remembers their Sunday drives

Lent offerings
giving up everything
. . . even homework

Lent offerings
giving up everything
. . . even homework
—the professors did not
give up grading

lent offerings
giving up everything
. . . even homework
. . . maybe not
my chocolate

homeless man
on the city bus
     snoring

homeless man
on the city bus
     snoring
dreaming
of a new home

I like this cap because it is simple and makes complete sense. It was cold the day that the man was sleeping on the bus, and the warm bus was surely better than the streets. However, I am sure the man would greatly enjoy a warm quiet house with a bed he could lie on. It is unfortunate that we have homelessness in this country, but the American Dream is never out of reach. Aaron

homeless man
on the city bus
     snoring
we talk softly
to not wake him

homeless mane
on the city bus
     snoring
is the only sound
coming from the family room.

homeless man
on the city bus
     snoring
brakes screech to a halt
end of the line

homeless man
on the city bus
     snoring
underfoot pedestrians
a lost toy

the frail man
carries his groceries
alone

the frail man
carries his groceries
alone
no time to help
people pass him by

the frail man
carries his groceries
alone
his wife's memory
slowly fading

the frail man
carries his groceries
alone
the neighbors walk their dog
down the empty street

the frail man
carries his groceries
alone
mist from overhead
dampens his old ball cap

the frail man
carries his groceries
alone
kneeling before
the hallowed grave

the frail man
carries his groceries
alone
smiling at her new nephew
the landlord writes an eviction notice

wrong time
for a family vacation
Mardi Gras

wrong time
for a family vacation
Mardi Gras
What happens there . . .
Stays there.

wrong time
for a family vacation
Mardi Gras
little brother
suddenly realization

This cap is extremely funny to me. I picture unknowing parents walking down the street with their children. A few beads get thrown at mom’s feet, but she thinks nothing of it. Then, they turn a corner and the children are met with a topless woman. The little boy stares not knowing whether to laugh, stare, cry, or run. The parents finally understand and are quite upset by their decision to take part in Mardi Gras! Aaron

all I feel
beneath my naked feet
hardwood

singing our song
grabbing a towel
all I feel
beneath my naked feet
hardwood

cool spring morning
walking in the woods . . .
morels

shotgun in hand,
turkey hunting on a
cool spring morning
walking in the woods . . .
morels

the shower—
where I become
a philosopher

the shower—
where I become
a philosopher
with my audience
the bath soap

I love how fun this haiko cap is! As the author of this haiku, I am definitely the philosopher, but usually I simply think about things in my mind. Whoever capped my work, thought that I talk out loud in the shower! I picture myself using the bar of soap as a microphone and presenting my thoughts to an attentive audience. It is a great interpretation and I will consider trying it out! Aaron

the shower—
where I become
a philosopher
massaging shower head
slows my rushing thoughts

the shower—
where I become
a philosopher
walks around the world,
asking for answers

the shower—
where I become
a philosopher
the steam purges
exterior emotion

x-box
buffalo wild wings
who needs love?

Her screams are followed
by a slamming door.
x-box
buffalo wild wings
who needs love?

x-box
buffalo wild wings
who needs love?
The plump man
rots in his dingy arm chair.

x-box
buffalo wild wings
who needs love?
a sideways glance reveals
an unsmiling girlfriend

I run my hands
over the ivory keys
dust

Rain leaks rhythmically
out of the gutters.
I run my hands
over the ivory keys
          dust.

I run my hands
over the ivory keys
          dust.
The old man listens
slowly closing his eyes.

I run my hands
over the ivory keys
dust
birds fly past the window
singing sweet harmony

I run my hands
over the ivory keys
dust
the tune they play
still timeless

I run my hands
over the ivory keys
dust
abandoned
by the old piano player

I run my hands
over the ivory keys
dust
I play until
my fingers turn black

I run my hands
over the ivory keys
dust
each note a pleasant,
untuned

snow day
under their blankets of snow
the cars sleep in

snow day
under their blankets of snow
the cars sleep in
the toddler runs to Dad's bed
early morning sunrise

snow day
under their blankets of snow
the cars sleep in
nowhere to go
lazy day

a blanket of snow
covers the streets
the frail man
carries his groceries
alone

snow day
under their blankets of snow
the cars sleep in
enjoying the rest until
the key enters ignition

snow day
under their blankets of snow
the cars sleep in
as do
the cab drivers