jornales

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

night fall (a sequence of one-line poems) and three single haiku at

Bones #21 Nov 15 2020

night fall  (a sequence) 

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no one addresses darkness with due respect could be fear that pierces the eye

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possibly only me in the bus siding with a squat ghost shushing roped shadows 

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window framed mindless leaves burst on a breeze-storm grazing dust-coated rails 

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up close whale clouds already crossing a night bridge day molting on a tail  

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screeched brakes a baby’s howl rips the scrim maybe hunger just imagined 

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roasted yam pressed garlic just guessing from the smell of a woman’s hair

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scratching her ears probably over far off thoughts of an undressed chicken 

no one senses but still night falls hip-swinging on a scatter of desiccated seeds 

xxx

single haiku


monkfish

un-deboned bent 

in adoration

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tipped moon

in a saucer scanning

lost sonnets

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