Awake now dark, quiet, alone with myself With myself I am not alone. Yes, I am. Yes, I am both proud and humble and a joke. And a joke only lives as long as laughter. As laughter overflows the room, I cower. I cower, red face, hot ear lobes not hearing. Not hearing myself, God or you Anymore Anymore it’s getting harder to pretend. To … Continue reading Haiku Cycling: Awake Now