Tag Archives: Haiku

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 →

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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 →

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deathbed bikinis radiographs

Posted on June 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

desultory tanka (post-travel blues) contralto teamstersintermittent jackhammersconsular teapotsright-wing deathbed bikinisradiographs and lemons What I’m Reading: The problem with depression is that someone else made it, but that person never existed. — Victoria Chang / “Friendship, 1963”

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contented to coast

Posted on May 31, 2024 by istsfor manity

behind your slipstream tanka behind your slipstreami draft—contented to coastdrawn and effortlessinto a soft blue vortex—rebuttal that never comes What I’m Reading: I prefer a theology of silence, the eschatology of the shrug, a religion of holding my wife’s handfor … Continue reading →

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in a vise

Posted on May 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

be a friendly floridian (travel haiku) my head in a viseseventeen electroshocksa peppery taste What I’m Reading: For liberty is a capacious termA jettisoned framework . . .. . . Hubris is a fit word for today’s demolitionOf a deeply … Continue reading →

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pink in wildfire

Posted on May 15, 2024 by istsfor manity

doldrums haiku a detuned guitarsky glows pink in wildfire smokechilly whitewashed room What I’m Reading: So we go and fear scythes us down, crying out on muddy slopes. The earth bleeds all around us. The sea is a green wall. … Continue reading →

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pockmarked with stars

Posted on May 7, 2024 by istsfor manity

i exist haiku beneath the night skypockmarked with stars and sea foamuniverse — i’m here What I’m Reading: The only way to test the truth of a border is to ride hard toward it and leap-or, if circumstances demand it, … Continue reading →

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respirators of joy

Posted on May 4, 2024 by istsfor manity

Windbag Tanka (w/ flow detritus) Me and my windbagBoom at a sequel center.We squawk used trumpets—Spit valves overflowing skronkLike respirators of joy. (If anyone knows of a planet where my windbag and I can purchase used booms that would be … Continue reading →

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