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

summaries (a sequence)

earth’s raiment showing

if coquetry
a verb dandelion fur

thigh-high mist the graveyard sea wind-lisps

vexed with what to wed

brain murmur definitely scarred

the monkey tree’s appeals

page 10

in a hyena’s lock jaw all the why’s

page 11

shattered ear possibly the gist of all paralysis

page  12

bones #18 November 15, 2019  (a journal of contemporary haiku) 



November 17, 2019 - Posted by | Uncategorized

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