Tag Archives: Haiku

a juvenile melophile

comfortable blandishments haiku a murmurationa juvenile melophilea twisted headpiece What I’m Reading: I always wanted to defend outposts others have already abandoned. — Werner Herzog / Every Man for Himself and God Against All

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i go blind

coronal mass ejection tanka watch how i go blindon glassless coronal blissi stare at the flaresregale the mass ejectionseyeless pinhole dejection What I’m Reading: This option of ‘giving up’ is only possible from a place of privilege. Let’s say we … Continue reading

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are losing time

patho-cronismos haiku ice caps disappearthe earth’s rotation slows downwe are losing time What I’m Reading: Climate change is starting to alter how humans keep time. An analysis published in Nature on 27 March has predicted that melting ice caps are … Continue reading

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can’t see me

Identity Reconstruction Tanka Now you see me, nowyou don’t. I’m lost to myself.Even I can’t seeme. These are the places Ilived. This is the art I made. What I’m Reading: Some beauty is visible only when abutted by banality. Spots … Continue reading

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the savage republic

happy bitter skates (tankas+) happy bitter skateshappy bitter on the thrashbombshell linkman talkhappy bitter speaking toolreread spoonful minefield blues overlord country /lights receding / snarling curscome to take u hometo the savage republicstars and bars and truncheons black watch who … Continue reading

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sunshine state withers

Back Home Tanka (redux) Back from the sun’s glare—Fog obliterates the sky—It’s good to be home.The birds shroud their songs in gray—Sunshine State withers away. What I’m Reading: I dislike tanned people. They walk around with dead skin on their … Continue reading

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bore only pits

a dismembered day haiku soufflé and sachets—the brink of a fruitful life—which bore only pits What I’m Reading: He longs to see sparrows again,those bustling, chirruping little birdspossessed of the obstinate powerof the songless — Paul Bailey / “Missing”

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scissors and fluff

sleep deprivation tanka any quintuplets?another colloquium?bring scissors and fluff.gnu stiffeners and goatherds—it’s a party, tape your fall. What I’m Reading: I wasn’t used to being a confused person, but that was how life was. Sometimes the events of the world … Continue reading

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shrapnel into rain

The Best Stuff I Read This Week California banned slavery in 1849. California law allowedNative people to be enslaved in 1910. — Allison Adelle Hedge Coke / Look at This Blue . . . I have been haunted by the … Continue reading

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tongue that withers

native tongue haiku a tongue that withers—my native tongue sent packing—hegemonic curse. What I’m Reading: the walls of my voice, pronounce meAshamedso I bury my native tonguebeneath a borrowed one — Kathy Jetn̄il-Kijiner / “On the Couch with Būbū Neien” … Continue reading

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