It's Halloween, I suppose

and this skull is my friend

but we never go dancing

and he always takes naps

Photo by Sadie Whitehead.  Haiku by Dustin Whitehead.

Missing the Fall that I never took for granted

oh man, what i would give 

for a nice long walk down a 

quite Chicago street

Photo by Sadie Whitehead.  Haiku by Dustin Whitehead.

Don't let it break your heart

We got cut in the dark, caught up in the shouts,

found ourselves and raged for the rights to each other.

If your heart isn't in it, march your feet.

Your blood will eventually match the pace and passion.

One beat will guide you to me. Two beats will set you free.

Three is my hand in yours. Four gets you through the night.

Don't let it break your heart.

If we shout, spend all the air in our bare lungs

and still don't get what we want, if we don't get each other.

Don't let it break your heart.

I protest: we are still looking for love.

we are still looking for love.

we are still looking for love. 

And we will do anything to find it here on 

Photo by Amanda Grupp.  Words by Jordan Lane Shappell.