Tag Archives: Haiku

lost time incarnate

Missing Tanka Dreamt of my fatherLast night—lost—time incarnate A winding riverA hidden oxbow downstreamHe went missing round the bend What I’m Reading: “The trees are half air. They fissure the sky; you / could count the leaves, pare / time…” … Continue reading

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i’ll dress frogs

Disturbing Slacker Tanka I’m watching paint dry—should be doing something else.What else can I do?I’ll dress frogs in Sunday lace.What’s disturbing about that? What I’m Reading: “If a poem is easy for me to write, I know I’m not trying … Continue reading

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we’ll float away

Endgame Countenance Tanka Two ice-adjutantsCount and wait for the melting—Then we’ll float away.The elision of reasonAs the desperation grows. What I’m Reading: “But beating back a pipeline is always a good day’s work.” — Bill McKibben / “Score it a … Continue reading

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a kiss under

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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