jornales

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

the bee and the flower (a cherita)

the bee and the flower

(short story in verse)

 

dawn again and still walled-in

no matter… the sun invades my bareness

 

in the wrinkled shade

a ruckus of leaves

 

 

could it be the wind

riffling nests sagging

on a day just hatched?

 

then the stillness

swift wings…

 

on the edge of dreams

not a songbird but a bee

dark on my  lids…

all I see as it circles

probing the scented air

 

then soft as breath

alights on a blossom

 

i blink

the bee sinks into

the flower’s pulsing center

like lips half-opened…

as petals strain to widen

 

and quiver on the beetle’s

deepening kisses

 

a colorless breeze pulls me back to the stillness

the blank walls of waiting

 

 

an ekphratic poem based

on a photo of a bee feasting on a dragon fruit flower lv 07/27/20 hh 07/27/20

 

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July 31, 2020 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

5 one-line poems at UndertheBasho (UtB)

where creation begins and ends onion scales

 

smoke and grey hair grandfather’s syllables receding the hours

 

fraught trail the tightness of wild lace shadowless

 

unbecoming is the moon because of bruises?

 

shrunken between trumpeted lies and ripped drums the ageing boor

 

 

UndertheBasho one-line poem  2020 July 11

 

July 29, 2020 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

my ku at UndertheBasho (UtB)

ku

tinted brow

recycled otherwise

if unaccompanied

 

moss rock

under one’s tongue

from howl to whine-y

 

if foliage stricken

pull down

a cloud

 

dripping leaf

from a comet

that’s it?

 

the language of

vowels

backbone-less

 

UndertheBasho ku 2020

 

 

July 29, 2020 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

My latest at Bones journal

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Bones journal of contemporary haiku #20 July 15, 2020
:
:
absent spring
(one-line sequence in the time of the COVID-19)
where absent spring fans out even weeds breathe their last
*
in the lilac’s loosened breast a somersault of soughing winds
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the swarm of maps random drizzle crafted a helpless tangle on blackberry thorns
*
scratch marks in the mist a tremor of hands the only sound
*
incense plumes that hurt the eyes spiraled sighs off sealed-in scorn
*
between weeping trees and shifting storms tautened strings
*
ocean roar but grief unclogging lungs of leaf litter with shards of sky
*
still creeping up sand hills void of spring an unfinished palette bleeds the tides
:
:
xxx
:
single haiku
:
ripped from rants
debates about Eden
disbanded
*
blistered wall
the gutter drip
Morse-coded
*
slime molds
does talk consume
the elements?
Profuse thanks to Johannes S.H. Berg, Editor

July 16, 2020 Posted by | Uncategorized | 1 Comment

my haiku at Haiku 2020, the Modern Haiku Anthology

Just announced now available Haiku 2020, the Modern Haiku Anthology of 100 notable haiku from 2019 selected by editors Lee Gurga and Scott Metz of the award-winning Haiku 21 with an introductory essay by Richard Gilbert, author of The Disjunctive Dragonfly.

Pleased to have a haiku, my second (my first was in the 2014 anthology) in this one, too, as follows:

astray

the pond

I lied to

first published in UndertheBasho ku,  June 19,2019 

 

 

 

Note: profuse thanks to Lee Gurga and Scott Metz and especially to Johannes S.H. Berg, editor who picked both published haiku.

 

July 5, 2020 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment