Some Random Haiku

Kaleidoscope
Rotating the tubes,
brand new shapes take formation,
point it at the light.


Old Radio
Yellowing with age,
and temperamental old knobs,
it still works the same.


Wind
Brushing my brown hair,
a warm and comfortable breeze,
swept away all my sorrows.


Ice Skating
Carving sheets of ice,
two blades creating pictures,
till they melt away.


Clocks
Arms passing each other,
day after long daunting day,
trying to keep up.

Monochromatic Memories (55 Fiction)

Holding onto an old black and white picture of him, she sat longingly on the old tire. It swayed back and forth. Sam’s face was worn where her thumb had traced a thousand times. What was he doing now? She wished they were seven again, while staring at the tombstone. He would always be seven.