The brutal realities of life linger in my mind like last night’s garlic. Images of the migration crisis, terrorist attacks, and the devastation of our planet haunt my consciousness, offend my sense of morality.
But there’s time.
There still is time.
To still the mind and contemplate beauty.
It makes us more sane, more human… more able to take on the challenge of change.
There is time.
Comments and haikus are welcome.
While my haiku hasn’t yet played a direct role in my stories, it does tell you a bit about me as a person. And while we’re on the subject of me and my stories – my latest book releases next Monday.