advice is just a device for you to be nice turning me into dice being tossed being turned being tumbled being rolled i’m dizzy i’m blurred i’m confused i’m lost in a rice field of advice infected by mice so green yet so brown so new yet so old so fresh yet so rust so many yet so few for i don’t know what’s good? what’s bad? for me what’s to do? what’s not to do? on my own for i am just the icing you carefully craft on your pretty cake

ashes of incense sticks remained as the scent cleared the air and made its way to the deity  asking for positive energy

A blast from a splash Jumping in a puddle Trying once, trying twice Getting wet and dirty Oh mom deary, I’m having fun.  Look at me!

bed bug lays its head on your skin takes advantage of you while you’re asleep

a garden of weeds determine to make way they grow and blossom in between plants you care for regardless of how you feel

haiku — misty, foggy mirror after a hot shower hazy self-image

haiku — wherever you go you’re still you. at whatever state you are, you’re that.

haiku — just a year ago handshake and hug were forbidden sneeze quietly

a haiku — kindness in return a helping hand recipient bouquet of flowers