Tag Archives: Haiku

on a groove

scratch (haiku) ashtrays and shoehorns—a stylus skips on a groove—… hamburger lady … What I’m Reading: “From my bed, coverlet tucked  
under chin, I heard my father’s hand connect with my mother’s cheek.” — Sarah Audsley / “A Massive Aquarium Holding … Continue reading

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tectonic plate subduction

dirt of the seven (haiku) continental drifttectonic plate subductionarchipelago What I’m Reading: “Never before had I seen Homo sapiens so clearly—a species, at its most fundamental level, of storytellers. Creatures who overlay story on everything, but especially their own lives, … Continue reading

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you’re the needle

groove (ukiah) you’re the needle in the grooveon the shaggs foot foot—meteors streak the dark sky What I’m Reading: “Our existence isn’t something to be engineered or optimized for the avoidance of pain. That’s what it is to be human—the … Continue reading

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the fairies hide

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “now the parts in our hair and our soles wither and the fairies lie half-charred at the stake” — Hans Arp / “The Swallow’s Testicle” “According to Albrecht, those suffering solastalgia feel a … Continue reading

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 50

What I’m Reading: “… My eye driftsto the buff belly of a hawk wheeling,as they do, in a late fall light that meltsagainst the turning oak and smeltsits leaves bronze.” — Donika Kelly / “I love you. I miss you.Please … Continue reading

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husks slough yellow

nest (tanka) i nest in myself—this atomization anobsessive pursuit—then i step out of myselfmy many husks slough yellow What I’m Reading: “I didn’t know what I was waiting for, but something told me to wait. Another army of sluggish minutes … Continue reading

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one more day

painted turtle blues (tanka) i did my good deed—rescued a painted turtleout of the roadway i meddled with nature’s way—terrapin lives one more day What I’m Reading: “New German research data makes clear that cycling doesn’t just clear the air, … Continue reading

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the cyclist’s ride

saddle sore (haiku) the perineum—cries—ode to saddle sores: bane!of the cyclist’s ride What I’m Reading: “Chaos is merely order waiting to be deciphered.” — Jose Saramago / The Double

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funk seeps in

post post boosterism (ukiah) a hapless haptic shadow infinite dashed lines funk seeps in through puncture holes What I’m Reading: “Filling with rain in the streets,this September night’s lifting me up   in an old-time elevator.Night’s ending, time’s tearing.   And the … Continue reading

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wish you were

digesting stars (ukiah•tanka•haiku) the evocation of inksounding delinquentten splotches emitting sound turn on your pivotgraphite screed on a sharp pointblack holographs spreadengravers burp dark matter—speech balloons full of stardust accretion disks cutthe universe in segementswrite: wish you were here What … Continue reading

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