Nelson Mok
@nevermoreediting.bsky.social
📚 Freelance academic editor, IPEd accredited, PhD | nevermoreediting.au
✏️ Haikus, occasionally
✏️ Haikus, occasionally
[Day 30: glimmer]
Glimmering likeness—
ivories making music:
etude rehearsal.
Glimmering likeness—
ivories making music:
etude rehearsal.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 30: glimmer]
Glimmering likeness—
ivories making music:
etude rehearsal.
Glimmering likeness—
ivories making music:
etude rehearsal.
[Day 29: eye]
The eyes on her back,
sprouting inwards, bodily
became vigilance.
The eyes on her back,
sprouting inwards, bodily
became vigilance.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 29: eye]
The eyes on her back,
sprouting inwards, bodily
became vigilance.
The eyes on her back,
sprouting inwards, bodily
became vigilance.
[Day 28: flash]
The sky was bleached, momentarily. A hot, dry gust began to lean the walls. The rumble grew—first heard, then felt. Inside, the warning beacons began to flash.
The sky was bleached, momentarily. A hot, dry gust began to lean the walls. The rumble grew—first heard, then felt. Inside, the warning beacons began to flash.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 28: flash]
The sky was bleached, momentarily. A hot, dry gust began to lean the walls. The rumble grew—first heard, then felt. Inside, the warning beacons began to flash.
The sky was bleached, momentarily. A hot, dry gust began to lean the walls. The rumble grew—first heard, then felt. Inside, the warning beacons began to flash.
[Day 27: soft]
His mistake cascaded, and it weighed heavily upon him, pressing anguish into his heart. Underfoot, the earth softened, until it swallowed him entirely.
His mistake cascaded, and it weighed heavily upon him, pressing anguish into his heart. Underfoot, the earth softened, until it swallowed him entirely.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 27: soft]
His mistake cascaded, and it weighed heavily upon him, pressing anguish into his heart. Underfoot, the earth softened, until it swallowed him entirely.
His mistake cascaded, and it weighed heavily upon him, pressing anguish into his heart. Underfoot, the earth softened, until it swallowed him entirely.
[Day 26: neon]
Obscuring the boundaries of possibility, the dark of night unwinds her, and she unabashedly glows an intense neon. As the sun rises, she fades into demure pastels.
Obscuring the boundaries of possibility, the dark of night unwinds her, and she unabashedly glows an intense neon. As the sun rises, she fades into demure pastels.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 26: neon]
Obscuring the boundaries of possibility, the dark of night unwinds her, and she unabashedly glows an intense neon. As the sun rises, she fades into demure pastels.
Obscuring the boundaries of possibility, the dark of night unwinds her, and she unabashedly glows an intense neon. As the sun rises, she fades into demure pastels.
[Day 25: sparkle]
There: massive nuclear fusion, creating a kind of perpetual explosion, lighting the grand abyss, burning planets. Here: a pinpoint sparkle, maybe, obscured by a street lamp.
There: massive nuclear fusion, creating a kind of perpetual explosion, lighting the grand abyss, burning planets. Here: a pinpoint sparkle, maybe, obscured by a street lamp.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 25: sparkle]
There: massive nuclear fusion, creating a kind of perpetual explosion, lighting the grand abyss, burning planets. Here: a pinpoint sparkle, maybe, obscured by a street lamp.
There: massive nuclear fusion, creating a kind of perpetual explosion, lighting the grand abyss, burning planets. Here: a pinpoint sparkle, maybe, obscured by a street lamp.
[Day 24: inkling]
Atoms became civilisations and turned again to dust. Despite the grandeur and splendour, the self-importance and ego of it all, it left not even an inkling it had ever been.
Atoms became civilisations and turned again to dust. Despite the grandeur and splendour, the self-importance and ego of it all, it left not even an inkling it had ever been.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 24: inkling]
Atoms became civilisations and turned again to dust. Despite the grandeur and splendour, the self-importance and ego of it all, it left not even an inkling it had ever been.
Atoms became civilisations and turned again to dust. Despite the grandeur and splendour, the self-importance and ego of it all, it left not even an inkling it had ever been.
[Day 23: hope]
On the shelf, his parallel-parked cars were dutifully dusted. The night light turned off and on. Unfinished, abandoned sketches faded. This fossilising room was her hope; otherwise, acceptance, agony.
On the shelf, his parallel-parked cars were dutifully dusted. The night light turned off and on. Unfinished, abandoned sketches faded. This fossilising room was her hope; otherwise, acceptance, agony.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 23: hope]
On the shelf, his parallel-parked cars were dutifully dusted. The night light turned off and on. Unfinished, abandoned sketches faded. This fossilising room was her hope; otherwise, acceptance, agony.
On the shelf, his parallel-parked cars were dutifully dusted. The night light turned off and on. Unfinished, abandoned sketches faded. This fossilising room was her hope; otherwise, acceptance, agony.
[Day 22: scintillate]
Endless sky;
gasping hot air in.
A long day.
Diamonds from the sky,
the air itself scintillates—
a summer day's rain.
Sky obscured,
the weight of air heaves:
tropical.
Endless sky;
gasping hot air in.
A long day.
Diamonds from the sky,
the air itself scintillates—
a summer day's rain.
Sky obscured,
the weight of air heaves:
tropical.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 22: scintillate]
Endless sky;
gasping hot air in.
A long day.
Diamonds from the sky,
the air itself scintillates—
a summer day's rain.
Sky obscured,
the weight of air heaves:
tropical.
Endless sky;
gasping hot air in.
A long day.
Diamonds from the sky,
the air itself scintillates—
a summer day's rain.
Sky obscured,
the weight of air heaves:
tropical.
[Day 21: gold]
No jewel or glimmer of riches to be found in the dirt. Away from the campfire, his telescope pans for gold in the infinite sky.
No jewel or glimmer of riches to be found in the dirt. Away from the campfire, his telescope pans for gold in the infinite sky.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 21: gold]
No jewel or glimmer of riches to be found in the dirt. Away from the campfire, his telescope pans for gold in the infinite sky.
No jewel or glimmer of riches to be found in the dirt. Away from the campfire, his telescope pans for gold in the infinite sky.
[Day 20: waver]
My courage wavers with my breath. I'm unsure where either will be when I start speaking. I glance at the aud—
a page of my notes is missing.
My courage wavers with my breath. I'm unsure where either will be when I start speaking. I glance at the aud—
a page of my notes is missing.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 20: waver]
My courage wavers with my breath. I'm unsure where either will be when I start speaking. I glance at the aud—
a page of my notes is missing.
My courage wavers with my breath. I'm unsure where either will be when I start speaking. I glance at the aud—
a page of my notes is missing.
[Day 19: blink]
The neighbour's dishevelled cat half-arsedly hides, watching me, observing. Catching its gaze, I slow-blink; he blinks back. Trust. I blink—he's gone. We do this the next day.
The neighbour's dishevelled cat half-arsedly hides, watching me, observing. Catching its gaze, I slow-blink; he blinks back. Trust. I blink—he's gone. We do this the next day.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 19: blink]
The neighbour's dishevelled cat half-arsedly hides, watching me, observing. Catching its gaze, I slow-blink; he blinks back. Trust. I blink—he's gone. We do this the next day.
The neighbour's dishevelled cat half-arsedly hides, watching me, observing. Catching its gaze, I slow-blink; he blinks back. Trust. I blink—he's gone. We do this the next day.
[Day 18: faint]
At night, I walk past her portrait; the faint warmth that lingers there gives me a chill. Someone has been keeping vigil.
At night, I walk past her portrait; the faint warmth that lingers there gives me a chill. Someone has been keeping vigil.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 18: faint]
At night, I walk past her portrait; the faint warmth that lingers there gives me a chill. Someone has been keeping vigil.
At night, I walk past her portrait; the faint warmth that lingers there gives me a chill. Someone has been keeping vigil.
[Day 17: dapple]
Halley's Comet passed by, absent the dappling of stargazers among the fields, mountains and deserts. The interminable winter had extinguished all curiosity.
Halley's Comet passed by, absent the dappling of stargazers among the fields, mountains and deserts. The interminable winter had extinguished all curiosity.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 17: dapple]
Halley's Comet passed by, absent the dappling of stargazers among the fields, mountains and deserts. The interminable winter had extinguished all curiosity.
Halley's Comet passed by, absent the dappling of stargazers among the fields, mountains and deserts. The interminable winter had extinguished all curiosity.
[Day 16: oasis]
Between the regrets and an uncertain future, the photo was an oasis, a perfect moment in time that could never be again.
Between the regrets and an uncertain future, the photo was an oasis, a perfect moment in time that could never be again.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 16: oasis]
Between the regrets and an uncertain future, the photo was an oasis, a perfect moment in time that could never be again.
Between the regrets and an uncertain future, the photo was an oasis, a perfect moment in time that could never be again.
[Day 15: subdued]
The dust billowed and swallowed the sky, subduing hopes of daylight.
Despite the winds, the weeks that followed brought no respite.
The dust billowed and swallowed the sky, subduing hopes of daylight.
Despite the winds, the weeks that followed brought no respite.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 15: subdued]
The dust billowed and swallowed the sky, subduing hopes of daylight.
Despite the winds, the weeks that followed brought no respite.
The dust billowed and swallowed the sky, subduing hopes of daylight.
Despite the winds, the weeks that followed brought no respite.
[Day 14: horizon]
Resigned, they could only farewell the last ship. As the planet began to swallow itself, distant mountains fell away, and the horizon tightened around them like a noose.
Resigned, they could only farewell the last ship. As the planet began to swallow itself, distant mountains fell away, and the horizon tightened around them like a noose.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 14: horizon]
Resigned, they could only farewell the last ship. As the planet began to swallow itself, distant mountains fell away, and the horizon tightened around them like a noose.
Resigned, they could only farewell the last ship. As the planet began to swallow itself, distant mountains fell away, and the horizon tightened around them like a noose.
[Day 13: altar]
Deep in the labyrinthine cave, at the altar of the shrine to my beloved, I place two offerings: one for her hunger, one for my life.
Deep in the labyrinthine cave, at the altar of the shrine to my beloved, I place two offerings: one for her hunger, one for my life.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 13: altar]
Deep in the labyrinthine cave, at the altar of the shrine to my beloved, I place two offerings: one for her hunger, one for my life.
Deep in the labyrinthine cave, at the altar of the shrine to my beloved, I place two offerings: one for her hunger, one for my life.
[Day 12: shimmer]
Sunlight reached through the clouds that swirled with the earth. Caressing the orchid, it cast shadows that shimmered on the grass. Her fingers dug into the cool soil.
Sunlight reached through the clouds that swirled with the earth. Caressing the orchid, it cast shadows that shimmered on the grass. Her fingers dug into the cool soil.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 12: shimmer]
Sunlight reached through the clouds that swirled with the earth. Caressing the orchid, it cast shadows that shimmered on the grass. Her fingers dug into the cool soil.
Sunlight reached through the clouds that swirled with the earth. Caressing the orchid, it cast shadows that shimmered on the grass. Her fingers dug into the cool soil.
[Day 11: sequin]
Sequins stitched and strung—
commemoration attire;
sequins sat solemn.
Sequins stitched and strung—
commemoration attire;
sequins sat solemn.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 11: sequin]
Sequins stitched and strung—
commemoration attire;
sequins sat solemn.
Sequins stitched and strung—
commemoration attire;
sequins sat solemn.
[Day 10: twinkle]
From grey clouds, a heady fog;
iridescent specks scatter and twinkle.
With a deft hand, I skim,
between islands of flesh,
the broth to warm winter bones.
From grey clouds, a heady fog;
iridescent specks scatter and twinkle.
With a deft hand, I skim,
between islands of flesh,
the broth to warm winter bones.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 10: twinkle]
From grey clouds, a heady fog;
iridescent specks scatter and twinkle.
With a deft hand, I skim,
between islands of flesh,
the broth to warm winter bones.
From grey clouds, a heady fog;
iridescent specks scatter and twinkle.
With a deft hand, I skim,
between islands of flesh,
the broth to warm winter bones.
[Day 9: perceive]
A nebulous hum enveloped him, stealing his attention, dulling his senses. It remained ineffable, and only he would perceive it—until it named itself.
A nebulous hum enveloped him, stealing his attention, dulling his senses. It remained ineffable, and only he would perceive it—until it named itself.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 9: perceive]
A nebulous hum enveloped him, stealing his attention, dulling his senses. It remained ineffable, and only he would perceive it—until it named itself.
A nebulous hum enveloped him, stealing his attention, dulling his senses. It remained ineffable, and only he would perceive it—until it named itself.
[Day 8: moon]
The full moon, unobscured, would soon be a peephole. She preferred navigating by the howls and hoots, the clicks and chirps, the whispering hollows, as she went about her rituals.
The full moon, unobscured, would soon be a peephole. She preferred navigating by the howls and hoots, the clicks and chirps, the whispering hollows, as she went about her rituals.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 8: moon]
The full moon, unobscured, would soon be a peephole. She preferred navigating by the howls and hoots, the clicks and chirps, the whispering hollows, as she went about her rituals.
The full moon, unobscured, would soon be a peephole. She preferred navigating by the howls and hoots, the clicks and chirps, the whispering hollows, as she went about her rituals.
[Day 7: bright]
Curtains drawn in stone, leaden head empty, duties perpetually impending, rest without recuperation. Perilous, oppressive inertia—shackled, unwanting. It was bright outside, regardless.
Curtains drawn in stone, leaden head empty, duties perpetually impending, rest without recuperation. Perilous, oppressive inertia—shackled, unwanting. It was bright outside, regardless.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
[Day 7: bright]
Curtains drawn in stone, leaden head empty, duties perpetually impending, rest without recuperation. Perilous, oppressive inertia—shackled, unwanting. It was bright outside, regardless.
Curtains drawn in stone, leaden head empty, duties perpetually impending, rest without recuperation. Perilous, oppressive inertia—shackled, unwanting. It was bright outside, regardless.