Nicholas Passalis-Bain
| Joined: | 09/13/2008 |
| Age: | 29 |
| Location: | San Francisco, CA |
| Profile: |
I run this site. |
| Email: | nicholasbain@gmail.com |
| Website: | http://www.likemyhaiku.com |
Nicholas Passalis-Bain's Haiku:
| Average Vote | Total Votes | Haiku | Date Posted |
| 7.73 | 45 | autumn winds whisper and suddenly every tree feels free to litter 
Comments(5) |
09/15/2008 |
| 5.79 | 38 | a thousand high trees shade a dreaming, swamp-drowned stump what it could have been Comments(1) |
09/15/2008 |
| 7.14 | 44 | through thawing forests a voice of hurried water announces the spring  Comments(2) |
09/15/2008 |
| 6.98 | 40 | tiny, anxious bird perched atop an old oak stump finds the nerve to sing Comments(2) |
09/15/2008 |
| 5.67 | 33 | bus stop after rain roof dripping condensation dew cannot depart Comments(1) |
09/15/2008 |
| 6.62 | 39 | lain atop the couch the mute cat reads secretly over my shoulder Comments(0) |
09/15/2008 |
| 5.81 | 36 | strange wide-eyed starfish doesn't breathe here, only sways leg caught in coral Comments(3) |
09/15/2008 |
| 6.90 | 41 | out of all places this humble winter starlight came to find us here Comments(1) |
09/15/2008 |
| 7.23 | 35 | A man made of rain Has hidden our kidnapped sun In his cloudy hat Comments(4) |
09/15/2008 |
| 6.68 | 40 | chewing an apple bites carving yellow oceans upon a red globe Comments(1) |
09/19/2008 |
| 5.95 | 37 | blood spot on his chin a terrified cyclist walking a bent bike Comments(0) |
09/20/2008 |
| 6.48 | 46 | haiku syllables she couldn't be a poet without her fingers Comments(1) |
09/21/2008 |
| 6.73 | 49 | cold steel park bench the air forgot its dawn chill metal remembers Comments(0) |
09/25/2008 |
| 5.45 | 40 | sidewalk made of cracks my abyss-colored shadow fills them to repair Comments(0) |
09/25/2008 |
| 4.23 | 40 | confidence sweat stains on his shirt betray him Comments(1) |
09/26/2008 |
| 4.84 | 37 | beer bottle empty now he's looking for a fight eyes perfectly still Comments(0) |
09/26/2008 |
| 6.10 | 29 | harmless little child he's not who I thought he was when I let him in Comments(0) |
09/26/2008 |
| 6.43 | 28 | every unseen block of this immaculate village graffiti and weeds Comments(0) |
09/26/2008 |
| 4.83 | 35 | gym, tired runner Brick House on the stereo strikes her like a spur Comments(0) |
09/27/2008 |
| 5.73 | 51 | dental hygienist jaw moving behind her mask breath like bubblegum Comments(1) |
09/30/2008 |
| 6.22 | 27 | birds eyeing her snack but the muffin's so tasty they won't find a crumb Comments(0) |
10/03/2008 |
| 7.17 | 30 | ghostly solitude every pew in church empty except for my own Comments(0) |
10/04/2008 |
| 5.47 | 30 | booming loudspeaker something important is said too muffled to hear Comments(0) |
10/06/2008 |
| 5.70 | 33 | Martin Van Buren the one name on this statue not writ in spray paint Comments(1) |
10/09/2008 |
| 6.52 | 29 | in these thinnest cracks between bright concrete plateaus bugs breed their legions Comments(0) |
10/09/2008 |
| 4.92 | 24 | gum, cigarette butts artifacts of spent pleasure littering our paths Comments(0) |
10/13/2008 |
| 7.28 | 25 | old man with a cane considers bending over then leaves the penny
Comments(2) |
10/14/2008 |
| 5.89 | 18 | man in the water also writing a poem about reflections Comments(0) |
10/15/2008 |
| 6.38 | 26 | once steeled with purpose I forgot why I came here just as I entered Comments(0) |
10/16/2008 |
| 5.07 | 15 | tap dripping at night to get up and turn it off or just let it be Comments(0) |
10/19/2008 |
| 4.41 | 17 | the shredding party makes of damning evidence festive confetti Comments(0) |
10/20/2008 |
| 6.41 | 22 | deformed creature tiny origami crane formed by hands too large Comments(0) |
10/21/2008 |
| 6.52 | 21 | the ice in her glass is almost melted away and he's still not there Comments(0) |
10/22/2008 |
| 5.52 | 21 | rain rasping the door pleading to be let inside from this awful storm Comments(0) |
11/01/2008 |
| 5.15 | 13 | warm shower I wish I could stay here all day Comments(0) |
11/01/2008 |
| 5.81 | 21 | chessboard in his mind contemplating positions while he mops the floor Comments(1) |
11/10/2008 |
| 6.79 | 14 | all we see from here red armies of marching lights carrying them home Comments(1) |
11/21/2008 |
| 6.10 | 10 | his falling fingers stir eruptions of thunder only he can hear Comments(0) |
12/08/2008 |
| 1.86 | 7 | in the dump a pile of old trucks like kids toys Comments(0) |
12/14/2008 |
| 7.00 | 6 | man made disaster before him no being claimed the right to complain Comments(0) |
12/19/2008 |
| 5.54 | 13 | wingspan on display feathers like solar panels soaking in the day Comments(0) |
01/04/2009 |
| 4.14 | 21 | our needs feed themselves scratching just brings more itching eating, more hunger Comments(0) |
01/29/2009 |
| 7.48 | 29 | the terror he feels the moment before it starts is what makes him great  Comments(0) |
03/05/2009 |
| 5.95 | 19 | our faults endear us we're all intolerable In our own sweet way Comments(0) |
03/12/2009 |
| 5.76 | 21 | she was a beauty prettiest for miles and miles until she came here Comments(1) |
03/20/2009 |
| 5.10 | 20 | ninety and stubborn he's smoked his last cigarette but he never quit Comments(0) |
04/23/2009 |
| 4.53 | 15 | in her morning mirror the judging eyes of others they'll love her today Comments(0) |
04/26/2009 |
| 4.50 | 20 | he arrived unknown a company of warm ghosts paving his grey path Comments(0) |
04/26/2009 |
| 3.09 | 23 | a howl so haunting mad winds crying for a home even trees shiver Comments(0) |
04/26/2009 |
| 3.09 | 23 | two wide, blackened hands fluttering across the blue grasping at sunlight Comments(0) |
04/26/2009 |
| 3.79 | 19 | brilliant editor this pen refuses its ink where my words misstep Comments(0) |
04/28/2009 |
| 3.07 | 29 | her unquiet mind a bountiful restlessness brilliance in pained birth Comments(0) |
04/28/2009 |
| 2.82 | 22 | the movements of clouds float above our impatience so subtle, so slow Comments(0) |
04/28/2009 |
| 2.29 | 34 | risking some shopping I spy my own ghostly face over a reward Comments(0) |
05/02/2009 |
| 2.60 | 20 | Vancouver sky remarkably like our own Comments(0) |
05/05/2009 |
| 4.23 | 44 | they found each other despite all the world's troubles logs in the same fire Comments(0) |
06/27/2009 |
| 6.58 | 69 | modern life inside my toothbrush a motor Comments(0) |
10/22/2009 |
| 3.00 | 25 | cold reason brings no comfort now just shivers Comments(0) |
12/08/2009 |
| 5.89 | 56 | IKEA boxes of Legos for adults Comments(0) |
12/13/2009 |
| 6.77 | 52 | My subtlety failed. The risk, when you say nothing: you might go unheard Comments(0) |
02/10/2010 |
| 5.85 | 13 | Wherever he stays The Elvis impersonator Gets a King-size bed Comments(0) |
03/28/2012 |