Snapshot diary.

writing 365 original haiku in 2026. about me: da yoop, usa. 30s. muppet of a man. AI-free. banner art by @tuskito, icon by @enenkaydoodles.

[brownweaselpoetry]

climbing a hill

the moon rests between pink clouds

above corn fields

[brownweaselpoetry]

climbing a hill

all the cars in front of me

hang in mid-air

[brownweaselpoetry]

a world of slow deaths

where once there stood an ash stand

rising floodwaters

[brownweaselpoetry]

aircraft keep crashing

it must be any day now —

my country’s birthday

[brownweaselpoetry]

backyard skygazing

the mower-docked lamb’s ear, too

layers of soft clouds

[brownweaselpoetry]

what heavy things

these secrets are —

emptied-out closet

[brownweaselpoetry]

trying to calm down —

the distant cry

of a scared animal

[brownweaselpoetry]

with dew or with rain

the grass underfoot is damp

at every hour

[brownweaselpoetry]

how we admire

what we cannot name —

swaying branches

[brownweaselpoetry]

all the same

mosquitoes float in a haze

of bug spray

[brownweaselpoetry]

panic attack —

spent the afternoon

tired and ashamed

[brownweaselpoetry]

one by one

bird voices blur

into night

[brownweaselpoetry]

the furious hiss

of storm drains —

darkening clouds

[brownweaselpoetry]

a cool breeze

on my sunburned legs —

nameless moon

[brownweaselpoetry]

breezy afternoon

a catkin adheres itself

to my inner thigh

[brownweaselpoetry]

without even

the comfort of believing

one month torn apart

[brownweaselpoetry]

the birds sing

and-so-us-too

warming trend