jornales

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

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

 

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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

 

 

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