My umbrella remains tightly wound—- summer rain
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!
The house shakes as the snowplow passes in the night.
My scalp tingles as I eat Thai curry and watch the snow
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.
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.