These Eyes of Mine Will Age

December 23, 2022 / Giuseppe Gillespie / Leave a comment

Tell me your secret voice of the past you who have lived and died on these pages...

In This Dream I Had of Life

November 9, 2022November 9, 2022 / Giuseppe Gillespie / Leave a comment

In this dream I had of life from the cradle to the grave...

I’ll Run Late

July 12, 2022July 15, 2022 / Giuseppe Gillespie / Leave a comment

On that day, sun met shadow in a park; you ran late...

Experience

July 11, 2022 / Giuseppe Gillespie / Leave a comment

Experience is what the Rational call mistakes...

Hob-Nobs

January 24, 2022January 24, 2022 / Giuseppe Gillespie / Leave a comment

Hobbled hob-nobs hobbling on home...

Simple Distractions

December 18, 2021December 18, 2021 / Giuseppe Gillespie / Leave a comment

Simple distractions take up a pretty penny of our working time. Giuseppe Gillespie - November 2021 Like what you see? Consider Tipping/Donating: Donations Make a one-time donationYour contribution has made this writer's day!DonateMake a monthly donationMy Saviour!Donate monthly Buy Me A Coffee (similar to Patreon) More Haiku...

These Days I Melt Through

November 21, 2021November 21, 2021 / Giuseppe Gillespie / Leave a comment

These days I melt through, Life’s candlewax burning down. How long will it last? Giuseppe Gillespie - November 2021 Like what you see? Consider Tipping/Donating: Donations Make a one-time donationYour contribution has made this writer's day!DonateMake a monthly donationMy Saviour!Donate monthly Buy Me A Coffee (similar to Patreon) More Haiku...

All is Forgotten

November 15, 2021November 15, 2021 / Giuseppe Gillespie / Leave a comment

Damp stone tombstones cracked, Rotted, and unreadable. All is forgotten. Giuseppe Gillespie - November 2021 Like what you see? Consider Tipping/Donating: Donations Make a one-time donationYour contribution has made this writer's day!DonateMake a monthly donationMy Saviour!Donate monthly Buy Me A Coffee (similar to Patreon) More Haiku...

This Little Notebook

November 11, 2021November 10, 2021 / Giuseppe Gillespie / 2 Comments

This little notebook, Weighed down over time with ink, Its blank pages stained. Giuseppe Gillespie - November 2021 Like what you see? Consider Tipping/Donating: Donations Make a one-time donationYour contribution has made this writer's day!DonateMake a monthly donationMy Saviour!Donate monthly Buy Me A Coffee (similar to Patreon) More Haiku...