Eternal darkness
Matter unorganized
God in crucible
A cockroach listens
Pauses to feel the rain fall
Alone in fall out
From deep questioning
The seed illumination
Insanity
A big game hunter
Stalks the prey in the day light
She is innocent
Twisted and Evil
It lurks in the mundane of…
"Class, open your books…"
Young girls playing house
Young boys playing hide and seek
Everyone will die
Alone girls walk home
Alone women leave boredom
And killer makes three
Angels not happy
Envying, chilling and killing
Cherries blossoming
Life is deception
Death is illumination
Eve could see the truth
Death is not Winter
To bring Death is to bring Life
She stopped screaming
Despite writing dark and chilling haiku about killing women, Ozzy Azuma really does like girls. His self-portrait, at right, is more a metaphor than a symbol of what makes him tick: imagination and the beauty in all things femine, even death. We think he has a very brave wife for posing, although he could have just found the picture on the Internet. Ozzy lives and works in Monterey, California, loves the constant year-round temperatures, Steinbeck, and all things Pacific Grove. He plans to keep living life as he always has: one day at a time, waiting for the return of the Monarchs.