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Haiku

Hot sleepless nights the swish-swish of the rainbirds soaking the dead grass

In Mississippi 2

Her fragrant pillow back from the dry cleaners— widower’s lament 7/13/18

In Mississippi Portland 1

If we go down the alley we can visit the Buddha garden and the chicken coop. 7/15/18

Political Haiku

Politics is out of the question I’ve learned talking to chickens What is the question I’ve learned talking to chickens? This is a revision of a post-Trump election haiku posted today. The original was “politics is / out of the question I’ve learned / to talk to chickens.” But a friend raised some issues and […]

The Unequal

How often I slip on the slick leaves The Unequal pulls me up again   Notes The haiku is a “fall” haiku — the season is the scene of such happenings. Which happenings? The energy is leaving the world — leaving the leaves, which are rotting underfoot. Yet that energy — or is it a […]

Does Haiku Rhyme

the small crowd erupts all eyes on the ball which seems not about to fall   Language structures experience. Words are sounds. The poet plays with words to fulfill his desire for a good poem. A good poem after many readings blends into one hyper – sound. The word ecstatic comes to mind. A sound-narrative […]

Just like riding a bike

I am already riding this bicycle o- ver the roadside curb As the poem of the “between,” haiku communicate the vital processes of being in the middle of something, of some “act” by which one’s being takes shape. Wittgenstein contrasts the application of rules, the observance of formula, and the ongoingness of our experience — […]