Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on August 9, 2017 by Jan Wilberg
Ten thousand brushes In hands blessed with genius Cannot paint the light
Posted on June 26, 2017 by Jan Wilberg
Old women know things Hidden life jackets, escapes Codes to ancient safes _______________ Photo: Jez Timms
Category: Aging in AbundanceTags: haiku, poetry
Posted on June 14, 2017 by Jan Wilberg
A workman’s nail Rusting on concrete Thorns of poisonous weeds In a vase on the table A fish with teeth We never imagined Gloves folded In the bottom drawer ________________ The Daily Post: Puncture Photo: Stanislav Stajer
Category: WritingTags: danger, life lessons, poetry, risk
Posted on June 1, 2017 by Jan Wilberg
Green is as it does First love, heart, rolling carpet Our home in a drop ___________ Photo: 贝莉儿 NG, Unsplash
Category: WritingTags: climate change, haiku, Paris Climate Accord, poetry
Posted on May 16, 2017 by Jan Wilberg
Two lanes, U.S. 1 Thin black ribbon to Key West Night travel is best
Category: WritingTags: Florida Keys, haiku, Islamorada, poetry, travel
Posted on May 2, 2017 by Jan Wilberg
Wring the most from life My mother didn’t say that It was some stranger
Category: WritingTags: haiku, philosophy, poetry
Posted on May 1, 2017 by Jan Wilberg
I’m glad for a day that has this poem in it. Yes, I could have found this poem on my own but I wouldn’t have, being in my own world as I am. So the benefit of going back to school, at the ripe… Continue Reading “Line by Line”
Category: WritingTags: education, poetry, Vietnam War Memorial
Posted on April 24, 2017 by Jan Wilberg
You used to make pie Lemon meringue, blueberry I remember pie _________________ Photo: Artur Rutkowski
Posted on April 20, 2017 by Jan Wilberg
Sharp cuts, straight across Time to go, get on the truck Make something useful
Posted on April 11, 2017 by Jan Wilberg
Her whole life or some Linoleum paths bending Pickles, no mustard
Category: WritingTags: haiku, On the road, poetry, Small town


What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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