Tag Archives: Haiku

can of clouds (haiku)

“You write what you write, and then either it holds up or it doesn’t hold up. There are no rules or particular sensibilities. I don’t believe in that at all anymore.” — Jamaica Kincaid

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will work for

Gutty Haiku (redux) I will work for tripePepper pot is beautifulVisceral goodness “America the footsteps of your ghosts are white stones weighting my center“ — Aria Aber / “America”

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guilty breath lock

pantoum(ish) death breath guilty baitlock breathdeath guilty breathlock baitdeath death lockbait breathguilty breath lockbait deathguilty lock breathbait guiltydeath death baitguilty lockbreath breath guilty lock death bait breath bait lock death bait breath death death breath death bait “I tend not … Continue reading

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pocketful of prairie

Ringo Nuggets Haiku Voles strapped in for speedPocketful of prairie dogsWe’re going places “We’ve reached the precise moment when the fairies intervene, although only indirectly.” — Jose Saramago / The Lizard

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a nose for

Lost His Marbles Ekphrastic (Haiku) Portrait head distress—Socrates in syphilis—A nose for the void. “Ivan Ilyich’s life had been most simple and commonplace—and most horrifying.” —Leo Tolstoy / The Death of Ivan Ilyich

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cold and liminal

Ossuary (Haiku) Ossuary hall—A muzz of dry voices rasp—Cold and liminal. “The garden’s lilies have started to rotSo who is the corpse being carried from the house” — Guillaume Apollinaire / “The Lady”

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smog has cleared

Pandemic Haiku 3 (redux) Smog has cleared the skyThe crows are strangely quietThe cicadas mute “This is a standard complaint of the right: the real victim is the racist who has been called a racist, not the victim of his … Continue reading

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the blind horizon

Annihilation Haiku The mushroom cloud growsAcross the blind horizonA hot gray snow falls “We come to our deaths / in silence. / The bomb speaks.” — William Carlos Williams / “Asphodel, That Greeny Flower”

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a grey mist

grey mist haiku the midday sun fadesa grey mist blurs the green hillsthe world disappears “Your best days are sometimes those when you end up with less on the page than when you started.” — Hilary Mantel / “How Writers … Continue reading

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dead gossamer words

3/5 x 7/4 Haiku RedWhiteBlue idealsForged in dead gossamer wordsThree/fifths of a sin “Every nation is scared of the truth of what they have done to others.” — Charles Simic / The Monster Loves His Labyrinth

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