Photograph by Helle Gade

Haiku in Memory of Tom Petty


i smell of the moon –

one last time to kill the pain

and taste rock candy.


no, i won’t back down

among the wildflowers

we belong to them.


music and chaos

free fall into nothing, the

sounds of nineteen guns.


she was an american girl…

a nurse, a teacher, a veteran.


© Ben Ditmars 2017

Photograph Courtesy of Helle Gade


i consumed the jabs

at my demeanor, because

i knew no other way


now others risk

self-worth to wash their hands

or take a piss?


it ends, humiliation in all forms,

or hell begins.


© Ben Ditmars 2017

Photograph by Kim Stapf

2 Haiku


Ocean heard through walls

The slow roll of TV sounds

An inner sadness.


Towels folded like

Sky is indiscernible

But we are nothing.


© Ben Ditmars 2017

Photograph Courtesy of Susie Clevenger


hang like braided hair

caught between my
fingers and

a cataclysm

so like

red veins

seeking respite in
a sanctuary city.

© Ben Ditmars 2017

Photograph Courtesy of Kim Stapf

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