Tag Archives: Ukiah

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 →

the guano tanka ashtray nouveau mathgoldmines unleashed as madnessfingerpaint abstractsdeluges of sacred batsthe guano keeps on coming What I’m Reading: You, if no one else,will condemn with your tonguethe erosion each disappointment brings. — Tino Villanueva / “You, If No … Continue reading →

new anesthetic warrior (haiku tercet) tenor possessionanesthetic finder dronesbreathlessly forward woodland offensive/ serviette for new retainers /circumflex ingot his fingertips zoomsharp trajectory postcardzips death from above What I’m Listening To: I could stare at the sun and sea all day … Continue reading →

sanctimonious crow tankas (+) the way a crow shook down…abhorrence from its hemlocksanctimonious—humanity wallowingat its talons sharp and black has given my mind…a steely cortisol shot /adrenaline fear /scores of crows fill the dread skymy heart arrested in flight where … Continue reading →

Chafed Homicides Tanka Discarded dust caps—Litter the darkrooms and halls—He’s face down in blood.Saint Cupful of Mutations:Keeper of chafed homicides. What I’m Reading: But trees have no interest in good and evil, insects and plant roots have no interest in … Continue reading →