Tag Archives: Haiku

a kiss under

Posted on September 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Two Butcher Boys at Division Point (Tanka) Revenge parable:A dispute careens off-track—Shattered eyeglassesBlind and brambled in the weeds.A kiss under the blood moon. What I’m Listening To: “Hope is a muscleThat allows us to connect” —Bjork / “Atopos”

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nostrils for plague

Posted on September 13, 2022 by istsfor manity

Back Home Tanka Back from the sun’s glare—Fog obliterates the sky—It’s good to be home.The birds shroud their songs in gray—We swab our nostrils for plague. What I’m Reading: “Eat and write or die.” — Jim Harrison / The Search … Continue reading →

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leave it twice

Posted on September 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Waxen Wings Tanka Like the cormorant,Drying its wings in the sun,I am melting fast. Welcome to New Florida—‘State so Right(!)—you’ll leave it twice. What I’m Reading: “Useless! Useless! —heavy rain drivinginto the sea” — Jack Kerouac / “Useless! Useless!”

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maybe the kids

Posted on September 7, 2022 by istsfor manity

Thee “New Florida’s Always Right!” (found haiku) Keep pets near. (So dear!)Do not feed alligators …Well … maybe the kids. What I’m Reading: “To me, the frontier is a tundra of intergenerational amnesia.” — Lisa Wells / Believers: Making a … Continue reading →

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greedy the image

Posted on September 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

beneath the banyan (tanka) greedy the imagereedy the voice that quaversneedy the sharp tooththat abstracts the raw terrorbeneath the fig banyan tree What I’m Reading: “… but we have seenThe moon in lonely alleys makeA grail of laughter of an … Continue reading →

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she feels better

Posted on August 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

Fear (haiku) The Fear Contagion:Taking Control. Stockpiling.She feels better now. What I’m Reading: “. . . Violence is done and historyrecords it. Gold ruins us. Men ruin us.” — Ada Limón / “How We See Each Other”

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the wah wah

Posted on August 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

pure happenstance tanka pound hippo tamerbizarre verbal tapestryfuzzbox high steppershe stomps the wah wah pedalat the event horizon What I’m Reading: “I smell something soupish, sour and dank and it’sfilled with weeds like roughcat tongues…” — Diane Seuss / “backyard … Continue reading →

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cracked a book

Posted on August 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

Wormy Apple (haiku) I once cracked a bookOpen to dayglo nightmares—A wormy apple. What I’m Reading: “Stories don’t care how we tell them. Stories take any shape they want. Not all stories happen with a beginning, a middle, and an … Continue reading →

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shapes are terrifying

Posted on August 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

Family Pix (haiku) Shoehorned between them—the conduit for heat and hate—this portrait’s a lie. What I’m Reading: “Today the cloud shapes are terrifying, and I keep expecting some enormous black-and-white B-movie Cyclops to appear at the edge of the horizon…” … Continue reading →

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red giant capricious

Posted on August 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

I Am… (haiku) Yellow star burning—Red giant capriciousness—White dwarf exhausted. What I’m Reading: “There was a bottomlessness to the negations” — Stephanie Cawley / “Not”

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