I debated on making this three seperate entries, but felt like it might be a bit pretencious so I just grouped them all toghether. Still not sure though, because I do enjoy being pretencious.


The clock strikes midnight

And I count the seconds pass

As sleep evades me.¹


I stare at the wall

Another night wide awake.

Eh… sleep’s for the weak.¹


Nestled next to you

On a chilly winter’s eve

I deam of our love.



Haiku Horizons


¹Sadly this is a true-ish story of my nightly ritual. Sleep and I have this on again/off again relationship. It sucks.

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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, UCF graduate, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

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