jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

Meanwhile, I’m writing non-haikai* poetry–here’s my 14th

No. 14 (non-haikai) curlicues

 

who would imagine

a laced peace banquet of soldier ants

bowling over a strange lobster

 

as war winds whoosh in

tumbling half filled cups

 

meanwhile, hidden in bushes

a truce between magpies stalls

over recyclable ladles

 

beyond the gates

arthritic oak limbs crackle

 

as a diagnosis befalls

dusky walls about an orphan’s

spelling of melan chocolic

 

somewhere, a homecoming sergeant

with wounds missing skin eats a map

 

as devastation news

swarm on beaches where algae

turns toxic red dye

 

a moss hill rises on a hero’s nose

and on the street renamed Desire…erasures

 

in a battle manifesto

 

*nod to Johannes S.H. Berg, editor of bones, a journal for new haiku, who coined non-haikai rising as they do from a swarm of haiku. Tell me, what you think, will you please?

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