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

had I… (riddles) a versified haibun

…muscle to smash a coughing wall causing an orange mushroom swarm having failed with sneaker waves mapped out for dunce-capped heads

…tears to un-salt with laughter a tale of eaten tail

what feverish strings cicadas improvise…had I the brain to configure as blistered clouds sweep traces of blue in the shallows

I stand split-legged on mountain crags…were I a zenith sun etching furrows
on lips what spills off unconcerned moons

the mourning

dove’s alphabet

echoing mine

otata aug. 2018




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