Tag Archives: Haiku

a crystallized heart

Posted on February 21, 2025 by istsfor manity

keys (ukiah+) you have the keys to the bluesa crystallized heartthen a violent recoil a wanderlust driven by loss of wonder What I’m Reading: It’s all a big Tootsie Pop. I’ve never made it without biting. — Sam Tallent / … Continue reading →

step by step

Posted on February 4, 2025 by istsfor manity

pilgrimage tanka (redux) fall into rhythmpilgrimage gains momentumcross-hatched sunlight pathrevelations—step by stepconnect nothing with nothing What I’m Reading: But this means you exist only for the purpose of clearing away the sand, doesn’t it ?” . . . He was … Continue reading →

malice breaking everything

Posted on February 3, 2025 by istsfor manity

man called malice tanka millennium eyesomething lethal this way comesa man called malice breaking everything in sightnow those rosy days are few What I’m Reading: Just about every government is taking at least halting steps to do something about the … Continue reading →

rasps the planet

Posted on December 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

fully tanka new moon out tonight the jet stream rasps the planetmeteors shower how many bright fireballsuntil we’re fully human What I’m Reading: If I were a man right now I’d be getting out of the draftbut I think I’d … Continue reading →

rejoice our dead

Posted on November 1, 2024 by istsfor manity

Celibates and Paraphiliacs (“So on this Day of the Dead”) Sustain yourself with necro-normative inclinations, make use of what you consume, trap your inner child in an iron maiden. Spend time with your inner critic’s internal monologues parsing the sections … Continue reading →

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urn in pieces

Posted on October 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

birth of a new hate tanka a bright wound apacethe carrion eaters droolawash and congealedthe world is turned outside-ina grecian urn in pieces What I’m Reading: the noblewoman solemnly pumps clouds into sacks of leather and stone — Hans Arp … Continue reading →

unleashed as madness

Posted on October 18, 2024 by istsfor manity

the guano tanka ashtray nouveau mathgoldmines unleashed as madnessfingerpaint abstractsdeluges of sacred batsthe guano keeps on coming What I’m Reading: You, if no one else,will condemn with your tonguethe erosion each disappointment brings. — Tino Villanueva / “You, If No … Continue reading →

machination foreleg tactical

Posted on September 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

icy baffles fu tanka rowlock fealty fuhummingbird machinationforeleg tacticalcardinal swath anagramaqueduct nightmare fissures What I’m Reading: At the cliff of desolation I make my homeFar from the batsThe moon will not roost — Matt Broaddus / “The Answer Is Beef”

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sharp trajectory postcard

Posted on September 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

new anesthetic warrior (haiku tercet) tenor possessionanesthetic finder dronesbreathlessly forward woodland offensive/ serviette for new retainers /circumflex ingot his fingertips zoomsharp trajectory postcardzips death from above What I’m Listening To: I could stare at the sun and sea all day … Continue reading →

canary muffles syncopated

Posted on September 16, 2024 by istsfor manity

arcade embargo inverted tanka thee ministry of hiccups:strawberry canards like hailcanary mufflessyncopated summer lumpskilowatt fun time What I’m Reading: Butterfly bisque in teacupby mannerist bedside plits a slight gyre withdead fire alarm tears. — Aristilde Kirby / “Daria Ukiyo-e”