366 Erotic Haiku & Senryu

tumblr_m3grtaj6vy1qfbon7o1_500Knowing when I started, I was confused that my numbering didn’t add up.

I knew that March 1st should have been my 366th haiku. As it turns out, I had ‘mis-numbered’ two of my posts. I went back, this evening, and corrected them. Last night’s was truly and correctly my 366th haiku.

Throw me a party!

If I’ve done nothing else in my life then it can be said that I, William Crimson, wrote the first year-long cycle (a leap year no less!) of erotic haiku—ever—since the beginning of humankind, the world, the universe. I may not have been the first to step on the moon, but I was the first to celebrate each night, something that makes us wonderfully human.

And I’m all wrung out.

Time to get back to work on the Daydreams & Distractions—my 101 erotic poems, haiku and short stories. I’ve also had requests for more in the Hitwoman Series and another chapter in my story The Orc Anar. I’ll try to do a little of each, and some new stories, but my nightly erotic haiku are over.

I hope you’ve enjoyed them.

I’ll be gathering them all up in an eBook soon.

Will Crimson | March 2nd 2017

Latest Comments

  1. Stephanie says:

    Party? I’m on it! You’re the man :)

  2. vanillamom says:

    I’m more than a little sad it’s done and over –and yet I understand the feeling of the grind of it, too. I once wrote daily for 18 months, I think it was. It’s a challenge and can be an amazing catalyst for growth, but yes, the grind can wear you down, wring you dry. Just like a surfeit of orgasms, eventually one needs must stop, breathe, explore new boundaries, and push them some.

    I will miss my nightly read just before drifting off to sleep, however. :(

    You’ve touched many things, dear friend…none the least my imagination and my deep and abiding gratitude for being friends with the great writer of erotica that you are. It’s a small and rare world we’re in. You’ve made a lovely thing here, Will.


    ..now…where’s the champagne? Here’s my party toast, of course in haiku form:

    Erotic writer
    painter of a hundred tales
    my cup is full


    • willcrimson says:

      Now maybe I can get to sleep at a reasonable hour. =) And such a sweet little poem you’ve written. A party with my best friends!

      And you wrote daily for 18 months? Well then, you’ve had your share. I haven’t written for 18 months, but can I join you in your clubhouse of grizzled and wrung-out authors? I’ll make sure to bring along my five day shadow.

  3. Lucian says:

    Oh, I’ll really miss my daily inspiration. What would you say if I’ll translate some of your works in Romanian? :)

  4. joebondibeach says:


    Speaking of Romania, as Lucian does, I learned what was presented as a Romanian joke last night:

    “What’s the difference between a kitten and a ball of string?
    “When you put them both at the base of a tree, the kitten will climb the tree.”

    — from the first episode of “Fortunes of War” (1987).

    So, this doesn’t really have a lot to do with your first-ever year of erotic haiku, but congratulations! You definitely climbed the tree (although I’m pretty sure the analogy fails after that).


    • willcrimson says:

      That’s a joke? Sounds more like a proverb, of which there are many thousands in English — and many forgotten. I might add to that proverb the following:

      “What’s the difference between a ball of string and a kitten in the tree?”
      “You don’t have to climb the tree for a ball of string.”

      And thank you for your congratulations. I’m back at my desk putting together all the erotic haiku into an ebook, editing and re-ordering them as I go. :)

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