jornales

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

cackling

the measured widths we shrink into

talking in the darkness like late crickets heaving up a molehill

a cackle of office meniscus

summer drizzle a wet stone growing an ear

in a sonogram frog song

lollipops in the basket some promises un-swapped

war of the fishes stilled in a pitted clam shell

 

otata November 2017

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February 28, 2018 Posted by | haiku, poetry, sequence, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

three works (they say/about the spheres/interpretentions)

 

1.

they say

mountain clouds

implode in a colic

 

a stare brings on

revolts

 

snow buntings invite

green eyes

 

fibrous bones

roll down a mulch hill

 

a rasp in his caws

one catches

 

wild weeds

pierce fresh wombs

 

in a clam shell

of not-thereness

 

2.

 

about the spheres

 

a wink enough
to lift
the moon’s hem

a slivered blue
licks paradise

part grit part
fluff the foaming universe

constellations stringing rocks into falsies

concoctions a boom of moon craters

 

3.

 

interpretentions

 

with my lips, I accept the many ways grass wears dew that Van Gogh kept secret

 

I agonize so much so that my stomach contracts regurgitating Dali’s white lies

 

a valley of lilies I hurtle into with eyes closed on Monet skinny dipping

 

the spastic leg throws of marionettes as Picasso dreamt I can

 

together shedding barnacles from cliffs chipped clean in cubes Mondrian says his own

 

thieves inhabit the hippocampus of dawn beetles scaling the spirals of Gaudi’s nights

 

my singed heart hurts so the onyx solitaire Klee entraps with dancing threads

 

 

otata April 2017

February 15, 2018 Posted by | fragments, haiku, poetry, sequence | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

book spine haiku…

1.

then and now…

the little prince

under the sea wind

 

2.

far to go–

the concubine

when the wells run dry

 

3.

the piano–

basil and the pygmy cats

joy luck club

 

4.

the republic–

postcards

of mice and men

 

5.

war and peace

as I lay dying…

metamorphosis

 

6.

grapes of wrath

the god of small things

barn burning

 

7.

no exit

love in the time of cholera

a midsummer night’s dream

 

8.

swamp angel

death of a salesman

paradise lost

 

9.

steppenwolf

the unbearable lightness of being–

leaf storm

 

10.

talking horse–

the importance of being earnest

a new life

 

11.

demian–

strange news from another star

beneath the wheel

 

12.

wind in the willows

crisis pages in a diary–

if the war goes on

 

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June 8, 2016 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

shortened hem/through her eyelet wrap/cross legged

shortened hem a spillover of stargazers

through her eyelet wrap his sins for a year

cross legged

her bare knees attract

a flock of gulls

 

otata wordpress.com June 2016

 

June 7, 2016 Posted by | haiku, poetry, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

New works at Under the Basho: early darkness, winter dusk, on the verge, pale sunset, word storm,

early darkness —

the dough yields its breast

to my hands

 

cattails, January 2015

Under the Basho my personal best 2015

 

winter dusk—

we scoot over 

for shadows

 

Under the Basho Stand-Alone hokku 2015

 

on the verge

of rocketing–

scent of silence

 

pale sunset 

the blue heron’s

midlife

 

word storm 

turning shadows

into a burden

 

Under the Basho modern haiku 2015

 

December 26, 2015 Posted by | haiku | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A haiku trio on the sky

forlorn sky
a kitten’s inaudible
mewling

fog horn
across the beach
injured clouds

dream catcher
the shifting colours
of rain

August 27, 2015 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Just a heart (a haibun)

I honor the Force who/that sowed the seed who became me. In degrees though often unaware, I grew a heart.

from rumblings a sprout answers to a name

Lashed by winds, bathed by rains, kissed by moonrise, swaddled by fog, cradled by dawns, how can I be less than a song

neither eye nor lips the knowing sky

They say I leave footprints, scents, echoes, a ghost prowling with the fox for a lair, yet no one says my name

far off foghorns for every one

(My response, originally posted as a comment, to Dan Hasse’s powerful haibun at Facebook: thank you, Dan!!)

April 20, 2015 Posted by | haibun, poetry | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

snap shots of night (a haiku quartet): what is your story?

These days, I tend to write haiku in unintended sequences as one does not seem to capture what I see/feel/perceive/sense. More and more, I think my haiku tell stories more than illuminate a moment. Much as I try to craft them for an ‘aha moment’, I often end up, in my mind anyway, with a three-line story–with a beginning and ending that belong to you, the reader…as in these. What is your story?

 

through slats

the tipped moon

in her saucer

 

sleeping on

the scent of slouched

breasts, the watchman

 

the willow tree

in nakedness

deeper in doubt

 

hoodlum clouds

across her face…a rough

pie cut

April 18, 2015 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

My offering for International Haiku Poetry Day 2015 today

    mornings

             in the language of camellias…

                                     moonrise too soon

 

my flight

prompted by a unicorn–

blue mountains

 

                                                                peel by peel

                                                          the moon in my palm

                                                                    a heart

 

 

serenade

with a sleight of his hand

a lilac sky

 

unveiled

a cascade of apple blossoms

in the widow’s breast

 

April 17, 2015 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

in the deep (a play on sounds and shapes)

 

no other way but

                          to skinny deep here…see

even in the deep

                  the wind

 

pass the jelly (((-oo> please

                                               whooshing )–oo>>>> water

                          even in the deep

                            the  \V/ wind

 

pass the jelly <<<<-oo> please  )–oo>>>> water pops

 

off the breath of a whale

                                                              my soul in the wind

 

                                          under the wind  

                                                     <shark eyelids>

 

as i, conger, riding the deep

April 17, 2015 Posted by | fragments, free verse, non-haikai, poetry | , , , , , , | 4 Comments