Behind the dumpster
An addict with a needle
Lying in the trash

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, a life is trashed.
Behind the dumpster
An addict with a needle
Lying in the trash

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, a life is trashed.
“Let’s go, Carl. They should have been here by now.”
“I know, but I promised TJ we’d look after ’em.”
“Jim and Mike are old enough to take care of themselves, now let’s go, the rest of the boys are getting restless and could give two shits about them. Truthfully, we were all tired of hearing their bullshit. You sending them over Beech Mountain to hunt was a blessing to our ears.”
“Maybe so, but TJ is going to be none too happy if I show up without his brothers.”
“Listen, I know your families go way back, but times are different. And we’ve been helping them out for a while now with little in return. That bunker of theirs is the only reason they’ve made it this long. And their dad built that. They’re all a bunch of freeloaders, if you ask me—drained their poor dad down to nothing before he died. We should have killed them all and took their food right after Yellowstone blew.”
“Family is Family up here, you know that. We”d all be dead if we hadn’t been watching out for one another. Look at the Hedrick brothers over there; they saved your ass last summer. Earl, Larry, hell, all of us have stepped up when needed, and the Jones boys will too.”
This piece of microfiction is a character story from my apocalyptic novella Every Yard Is A Grave. Character stories are small glimpses into a character’s life before, during, and after the book.
Mick and Lucy drove across the country on a great road trip; food, water, and fuel gifted to them by the people of each town they entered. They were superstars of a silent planet. Everyone else was dead.

He cries throughout the night, the pain of age upon him; loyal to the end, hand on paw, you help him sleep.
The mirror has lied
Old age shows itself, wrinkles
Shocked you turn away

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, an old face is seen for the first time.
A train whistle blows
It sounds so lonely, tears flow
A loved one leaving

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, a loved one departs.
Atoms, all of us, everything, dots in space. Large and small, the same, each touching the other through binding energy. We are one.

Nature changed by man
Its waters, starlight, darken
Waiting for revenge

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, a hurricane approaches.
The man stared, a face in the tree stared back.
The man sat, head against its trunk.
The man died, and the tree absorbed his flesh.
A woman stared, two faces in the tree stared back.

Raindrops, animals rest as humans ignore nature’s gift.
