Tag Archives: Tanka

Annihilation Haiku (redux) The mushroom cloud growsAcross the blind horizonA hot gray snow falls What I’m Reading: “We come to our deaths / in silence. / The bomb speaks.” — William Carlos Williams / “Asphodel, That Greeny Flower”

3/5 x 7/4 Haiku (redux) RedWhiteBlue idealsForged in dead gossamer wordsThree/fifths of a sin What I’m Listening To: HateInjusticeOpportunityDietary guidelinesHousing for the future — Kim Gordon / “Bye Bye 25!”

a cinder haiku stepped out of the firestraight into the frying panthe earth a cinder What I’m Reading: We have known for more than a century about the climate consequences of burning fossil fuels. And it wasn’t just the scientists … Continue reading →

planet b tanka (redux) ain’t no planet bwe made planet a real sickwildfires spewingfire tornadoes miles highwhile oceans acidify What I’m Reading: It’s a new kind of pain. — Puloma Ghosh / Mouth

keys (ukiah+) you have the keys to the bluesa crystallized heartthen a violent recoil a wanderlust driven by loss of wonder What I’m Reading: It’s all a big Tootsie Pop. I’ve never made it without biting. — Sam Tallent / … Continue reading →

pilgrimage tanka (redux) fall into rhythmpilgrimage gains momentumcross-hatched sunlight pathrevelations—step by stepconnect nothing with nothing What I’m Reading: But this means you exist only for the purpose of clearing away the sand, doesn’t it ?” . . . He was … Continue reading →

man called malice tanka millennium eyesomething lethal this way comesa man called malice breaking everything in sightnow those rosy days are few What I’m Reading: Just about every government is taking at least halting steps to do something about the … Continue reading →

fully tanka new moon out tonight the jet stream rasps the planetmeteors shower how many bright fireballsuntil we’re fully human What I’m Reading: If I were a man right now I’d be getting out of the draftbut I think I’d … Continue reading →

birth of a new hate tanka a bright wound apacethe carrion eaters droolawash and congealedthe world is turned outside-ina grecian urn in pieces What I’m Reading: the noblewoman solemnly pumps clouds into sacks of leather and stone — Hans Arp … Continue reading →