Tag Archives: Haiku

sanctimonious crow tankas (+) the way a crow shook down…abhorrence from its hemlocksanctimonious—humanity wallowingat its talons sharp and black has given my mind…a steely cortisol shot /adrenaline fear /scores of crows fill the dread skymy heart arrested in flight where … Continue reading →

Chafed Homicides Tanka Discarded dust caps—Litter the darkrooms and halls—He’s face down in blood.Saint Cupful of Mutations:Keeper of chafed homicides. What I’m Reading: But trees have no interest in good and evil, insects and plant roots have no interest in … Continue reading →

heavy sickness tanka virus multiplies—white cells, sharpened, overdrive—a heavy sicknessdescends like hot molasseson overtaxed wheezing lungs What I’m Reading: In one day, NBC, ABC and CBS spent almost as much time covering Jeff Bezos’s eleven-minute flight in his giant metal … Continue reading →

we fade daily (tanka trio+) dollops and dogmasthe commandment zone oil wellan outdated muleout to pasture / in the drumsomething off-key this way hums all is commercial—the conifers / the lightningsponsored by exxon /flooding brought to you by shell /wildfires … Continue reading →

Crow Haiku (Terminal Interlude) Two crows on the railOne seethes, quails, a fish in beakA portent unsought What I’m Reading: I believe the blackest holeis the one we inhabit — Eugenio Montale / “People talk and talk more”

sun city sinking (tanka+) sun city sinkinginto the ocean—built ontequesta middens—vain and thick with avariceso high on its own supply (glug … glug … glug… glug…) What I’m Reading: In 20 or 30 years, someone is going to find a … Continue reading →

flood (tanka [quasi-redux]) caught in an ill windgazing at the dark ceilingwaiting for the floodcoughing out the parasites—hypercapitalisms What I’m Reading: My method is cribbed from The Sedaris Method: write things down all day in a pocket notebook, then wake up … Continue reading →

clogged (haiku) i looked for turtles—all day in the clogged canal—i saw only tires What I’m Reading: i am attracted to the promise of this landits hunger     dances naked on the table     i touchthe mouth of its decadent … Continue reading →

Scuttles (tanka+) A large ant scuttlesAcross the dome of my tentSisyphean taskIt’s stifling hot and humid—Which is slave to his boulder? (Searing transforms to seering) What I’m Reading: Part of me is always about to turnin a direction I will … Continue reading →

ghost town tanka (redux) of desperation,dim rooms moan obscenities.drafts seep through pane-crackedviews of black miry canals.alert sirens. empty streets. What I’m Reading: About suffering, they knew no more or less / than we do, being / housed in luminescence… — … Continue reading →