Tag Archives: Haiku

the clogged canal

Posted on July 13, 2024 by istsfor manity

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 →

across the dome

Posted on July 11, 2024 by istsfor manity

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 →

black miry canals

Posted on July 10, 2024 by istsfor manity

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 →

obelisk as phallus

Posted on July 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

Shot (tanka +) McKinley was shotIn Buffalo—but not here—This spot was chosenTo honor the president.The obelisk as phallus— (To the evil that men do) What I’m Reading: … Too high for most of us with “the rocketsred glare” and then … Continue reading →

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anywhere but here

Posted on July 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

removed tanka a man didn’t fit—i witnessed the full measure—his limbs were removed,and mailed in an envelopethat read: anywhere but here. What I’m Reading: Vivid memories that flash into the mind’s eye might be made in the primary visual cortex, … Continue reading →

wheel… a wheel

Posted on June 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

a bike ride (tanka+) what’s in a bike ride?all of life, if you allow—i’m a wheel … a wheel …syracuse to buffalobuffalo to albany (a wheel… a wheel… a wheel… a wheel) What I’m Reading: Mural mania is sweeping across … Continue reading →

dehydration set-in

Posted on June 21, 2024 by istsfor manity

end of the trail blues (350-mile tanka) the bombastic sun—humidity oppressive—deadly wet bulb tempsthe dehydration set-inbody gave out in belfast (boston, ma to belfast, me: 350 miles / 11 days) What I’m Reading: nothing is promised, sweet green girlI know … Continue reading →

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no one weeps

Posted on June 19, 2024 by istsfor manity

no passing lane (haiku) a truck did a job —dead deer bent back on itself, ground down — no one weeps What Im Reading: and that was Lamentationsthat was just Lamentationsit was not history — Derek Walcott / “The Sea … Continue reading →

second day sore

Posted on June 12, 2024 by istsfor manity

i saw… (haiku) hissing geese chargingprotecting downy goslingsi waved and hissed back six plastered squirrels—on roads they could not cross (sigh!)—i did not join them many hills to climb—huffed and puffed and reached the topsi loved the downhills lawrence, methuen,salem, … Continue reading →

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sound and text

Posted on June 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

broken sprocket (ukiah) the quatrain alchemist squalls—sound and texts complete—cracks the whip alcoholic What I’m Reading: … I have been living in a sort of twilight for months, waiting for night to fall. — Franz Kafka / “The Rescue Will … Continue reading →