Tag: haiku
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I H8 National Haiku Month
One reason to dread February: “National Haiku Month” and the abominations committed against this ancient form by well-meaning syllable-counters too presumptive and lazy to get it right or even give a shit. While it may seem petty to ponder this subject as the world burns around us, “haiku” stripped of its technical and thematic elements…
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Sugar Season Haiku Cycle
Spontaneous, no-revision haiku scrawled in a fit of boredom…. Snow concedes, contracts Shadows shorten with each dawn Totems bleed sweetness Electric drill whirs Thirteen miles of plastic hose Grandpa had a bucket Good dry wood burns clean A grey squirrel tail, smoke and steam Sweet in the hollow.
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A Percussionist Made It Personal–repaired draft
one thousand drums thrum rhythmic primal pulse beats still not fit to kiss verse
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Lightning Trai-ku
A pencil-stemmed girl Stands fist raised on a table Curses defiance Goblin black stormclouds Enshroud peaks, squash alpenglow Pour, blow, flash hate love. She cackles at the wind Bring it, motherfucker, yes You surly bastards!
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weedy creek wrinkles moon
weedy creek wrinkles moon autumn owl shadow glides silentmouse kneels under burnt grass
Old Road Apples 