Tag Archives: Haiku

backlit by sun

Posted on November 27, 2023 by istsfor manity

Scabs (tanka) Why so many scabs?She asks, unsure of my face.I have been in love,I say, dark, backlit by sun.She morphs into a cloudlet. What I’m Reading: “In the evenings, we read novels in separate roomsor in the same room … Continue reading →

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turkey aint dead

Posted on November 22, 2023 by istsfor manity

thanks (tankas +) vision / revisionchristmas tree on a car roofturkey aint dead yetthe paint on the walls / tacks wetthree bulbs out on the light string speakers warble / hissjohnny mathis / let it snowturkey aint dead yethalloween pumpkin … Continue reading →

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on a groove

Posted on November 20, 2023 by istsfor manity

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

Posted on November 18, 2023 by istsfor manity

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

Posted on November 16, 2023 by istsfor manity

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

Posted on November 12, 2023 by istsfor manity

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

Posted on November 11, 2023 by istsfor manity

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

Posted on November 9, 2023 by istsfor manity

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

Posted on October 25, 2023 by istsfor manity

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

Posted on October 18, 2023 by istsfor manity

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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