Tag Archives: Ukiah

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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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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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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smoke is thicker

forest fire tanka magical thinking—the vegetation is thickthe smoke is thickerheat appears like a cougarthere is no air—no escape What I’m Reading: Like a blind dolphin, the night of the new moon silently drew near. — Haruki Murakami / The … Continue reading

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stack of tsundoku

tsundoku haiku stack of tsundokutowers leaning out of timeso much potential What I’m Reading: Any chance they get, my dreams unfurl in their allotted small space. They are origami, they are Japanese pod hotels. They fit it all in. — … Continue reading

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sound of absence

reverse window (ukiah•tanka) dreamt i shot out ur window/ twinkled in the wind /ur reflection in a heap the sound of absence /sky’s a buttermilk sorrow /monotonal airgirded hemlocks central squaredin horizontal absence What I’m Reading: “Which is vaster in … Continue reading

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siroccos for company

on the move (ukiah•tanka) yellow umbrellas sproutingin the rainforestcanopies of the insects orange gates appearin the desert signalinghumans on the movemass migrations from the heatsiroccos for company What I’m Reading: “Jan.16.2022 They drop the morphine under your tongue. Howit must … Continue reading

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flash at night

first night of winter (ukiah) darkness in the afterworldmuzzles flash at nightblack forest pierced by fireflies What I’m Reading: “Cold, moist, young phlegmy winter now doth lie In swaddling clouts, like new-born infancy;” — Anne Breadstreet / “Winter”

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