Rooftop View of My Life

night shift done

in 7-Eleven lights

a stray and I part

Tar sticks to my sneakers. Below, the grid of this city is a circuit board of silver, yellow, and red LEDs. A siren wails from afar, then is swallowed by the concrete canyons. Up here, a place of my own: the city noise thins to a hum.

clothesline

a damp sheet snaps

at my cheek

haikuKATHA, 58, 2026

Cyclic Pursuit of Love

I scroll through one dating app after another, and another.

snow on snow

our pot of tea steeps dark

and bitter

Beeps flurry. Messages stack up. Faces blur. I scroll until my thumb aches. The night thins out into small screens.

awake, facing

the empty side of my bed

sunrise tinged gray

A vee of geese unzips the morning sky. I reach for my phone.

haikuKATHA, 55, 2026

Climate Alarmist Talk Gembun

No more climate alarmist talk.

flashfloodingweareallinthistogether

floodafterfloodweareallinthis t o ge t h e r a gain

haikuKATHA, 49, 2025