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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


With every pull on his flask he imagines a better draft.


He writes haiku with a ballpoint pen impressing the paper


The force of the wind shown in all the smoke—- Wildfire season