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9/6/19
Hard rock door of the tearoom open after hours After hours the door open to chilly fog
July 6
My umbrella remains tightly wound—- summer rain
Reading Sato’s On Haiku
Maybe there’s a comparison between Koan and haiku. Both stop you from thinking with more words. A moment free of words? Maybe for some a thought-clearing moment. So many words!
Snow Haiku
The house shakes as the snowplow passes in the night.
Vatsana Ku
My scalp tingles as I eat Thai curry and watch the snow
2 Narragansett Ku
1. Stillhouse Cove—- where we burned the Gaspee, two swans bottomfeed. 2. Whatever’s in the flask, the roof of my mouth burns—- haiku outing.
Haiku —whisky
August evening I only start a haiku but I finish the flask OR August evening I start a haiku and finish the flask
Inspiration
With every pull on his flask he imagines a better draft.
Senryu
He writes haiku with a ballpoint pen impressing the paper
Haiku
The force of the wind shown in all the smoke—- Wildfire season
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