jornales

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

at bones journal–my single haiku and sequence

 

(I’m sorry, I can’t add color to the font anymore!)

single haiku

 

his stud pearl earring about a seahorse

damaged sky–
the clue
is in a shoe box 

Bones, July 2013

anatomy notes sequence

body matters
for mannequins
chopped off heads

knee plates bob
up and down
at cross purpose

checked
lying down…slouched
chins

delete
stumbling block
for flat feet

no. 10—
a gag on his fingers
as with silk

his old organ
gasps a night song…
crossed out

scored
a heart beat equals
flushed pee

spire…
whose dirty nail
bores a moon? 

green tongue
the consul’s deafness
to her pleas

body tag-
at blank hrs to island
of Langerhans

 

Bones 2 July 2013

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June 15, 2014 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

WITH AN OPEN MIND (/MAP)

What a vivid sensory experience this column item by Stella Pierides wrote in Note from the Gean’s ‘haikumatters’!! It rumbled through my mind, exciting me to think indeed what map do I have? And here it is: “Oh, the map I use? It’s uncharted and unnamed. It’s wild woods and a black forest. There are lakes and pools but also bogs, smokey in the deep. Unless ‘I find a flower I can name’, it’s hard even for me to find my way back. Birds sing and talk but mostly unseen except the owl. Sometimes, he reveals their name. I’ve taken notes but forget about them the moment I walk in. The map is always new, uncharted and unnamed. I know it’s not good but maybe the owl will help someday somehow.”

haikumatters

Map-making has been traced back to the earliest of times. Maps help us orient, know our location, what other places there are, how to get there, what landmarks to look out for, depict how places are interconnected. They also help us with perspective-taking: we can picture our place as seen from someone else’s viewpoint, and vice versa. Although maps often turned out to be distorted or inadequate –  the ‘flat earth’, for instance – and were replaced by improved ones, they were always part of our shared search for certainty.

Think of the time when maps had to be redrawn to incorporate scientific rather than theological notions of the earth. Reluctantly, we realized we were no longer the unique children of God, at the top of creation, living on an earth at the center of the universe, but tiny dots drifting along in a vast cosmos. The invention of the telescope…

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June 4, 2013 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The last of my haiku in DailyHaiku’s Cycle 14

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February 23, 2013

palm reader’s eyelashes my fortune in a hat pin

 

February 22, 2013

wall portraits—


I begin my yoga count


from the top

 

February 21, 2013

turtle pond


a girl shares unshelled


peanuts

 

February 20, 2013

first stanza . . .


the missing subject


is a snail

 

February 19, 2013

adrift


in a fishbowl . . .


stray moon

 

February 18, 2013

what if


beneath footfalls


an egg laid

 

February 17, 2013

always


a raindrop hangs on her gaze—


Black-eyed Susan

to read in succession the whole Cycle 14 click on DailyHaiku

on my blog roll and go to archives

Thank you for staying with me in this haiku journey

(artwork is mine from a doodle play on my iPod touch)

 

March 15, 2013 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

An invitation to NaHaiWriMo…

…at the NaHaiWriMo Facebook site: In exactly eight days, the shortest month, February, begins. Aptly so timed when it started two years ago, National Haiku Writing Month (NHWM) as an event for the short poetic form, will be in full blast once again! As if we, who joined the first time, have let up because we haven’t long after February was over and the rest of the year unfolded and on to now. 

Long after we’ve taken on the challenge of writing a haiku a day, we kept on at the NHWM Facebook site. From the rather small group we’ve started we’re almost a thousand now, I believe, that have turned into an enthusiastic and supportive community. I’m not only glad I stayed, I’m hooked!

haiku has not only intensified my writing, it has sharpened my senses to everything around me: the wind, the sky, clouds and the moon, the scent of evenings, the feel of wings, a slight twitch in an eye, a pasted wisp of hair on wan temples, etc. etc. of hummingbirds and  raccoons and failed meringue. This concentrated poetic form has helped me see through ambiguities faster than I used to. And the wonder never stops with each three lines or one-or two-line haiku that I compose. It’s not an exclusive experience, too. Each poet responding to a prompt everyday could attest to this.  And by the way, midway last year, Michael Dylan Welch put together our first anthology, “With Cherries on Top”, which I had posted here.

I invite you then, better yet, I challenge you to take it up; like I did, just take the plunge and see where it takes you. Check it out at www.nahaiwrimo.com

With Cherries on Top Cover - Small

January 25, 2013 Posted by | culturati news/views | , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

enormity, my haiga at NTFG January 2013

enormity in and out haiga ed2

enormity in and out haiga ed2 

enormity in and out

a haiga at Notes from the Gean, January 2013

Colin Stewart Jones, editor

composed on my iPod Touch with Eastern drawing

January 10, 2013 Posted by | haiga, poetry | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

magpie gripes (another unpublished haiga, an experimental image)

magpie gripes

                    over empty skies

a haiga from my iPod, the third line being the image or what and how it is read as a composite

October 12, 2012 Posted by | haiga, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

would the moon (an unpublished haiga)

would the moon
descend this low
for love?

ai, haiku/esa, image 2012

(blue heron perched high up on a weeping willow by the Lost Lagoon in Stanley Park, Vancouver, BC, where I live, taken last summer)

October 10, 2012 Posted by | haiga, poetry, reflection | , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

‘sunlight on the other side’ (a haiga)

Silk Bridge, Bennington, VT

sunlight on the other side
somehow louder                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

ai, haiku/esa, photo

October 4, 2012 Posted by | haiga, poetry | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Four-year old Miriya took this tanka to carry in her pocket: Poem in Your Pocket Day

The future of poetry especially of tanka and haiku is secure; it’s in the hands of Miriya, the four-year old daughter of poet friend Christina Nguyen. Miriya found my tanka in GUSTS 15 of  Tanka Canada, which also has her mom’s and many other known friends, that apparently her mom was reading and had laid down with the page open where this tanka is. Christina told me she read it and asked to read it to her again, and in the end, asked her to write it down on a post-it so she can carry it in her pocket to read again and again. I’m not flattered but deeply honored. An angel has taken hold of my poetry, hence, in heavenly hands. It’s beyond any other honor I ever hope to achieve. Thank you Miriya and Christina.

was it you
who laid this feather
on my feet
seeking my forgiveness
in the rain?

GUSTS 15, Spring 2012

April 27, 2012 Posted by | poetry, tanka | , , , , , , , , , | 8 Comments

my anthologized poem featured as guest poet at Prose Posies for National Poetry Month

Thanks so much to Cara Holman for inviting me as Guest Poet at her blog, ‘Prose Posies’, for National Poetry Month on April 10, coincidentally the date when I first wrote this poem as a not-quite-sonnet, which I later worked on for submission to the Magnapoets Anthology. (Click on Prose Posies in my blogroll for Cara’s wonderful page of me and for the other daily guest poets).

To this We Wake

*

Scraps of purple on winter dawns

slung on arms of mornings

a sun awaiting for us

in between strutting seagulls

pigeons braiding shadows–

we snuggle.

*

We trace our days in dreams we

birth at dawn

when swatches of light

tickle us out to walk

on grounds of endearments our steps

have marked engraved by winds.

*

We step on

shredded blooms the seasons

gift us, stealing kisses, time on

halved imperfect whispers, wishes we rip

off the day, their ends we spangle on

skies, our secret into stars.

*

Yet we wake to another day– 

what lies deeper than frost farther

than slumber, closer

to the core where

seasons sleep: to this, to this

we always wake.

*

Butterfly Away, Magnapoets Anthology Series 3, 2011

 

About Me from Cara’s questionnaire: (in parenthesis, what I wanted to add but changed my mind as my words started to tangle)

Alegria ‘Alee’ Imperial

Originally from Manila, Philippines now from Vancouver, Canada, (quite a simple deceiving shift of footstool in the globe)

I met you at NaHaiWriMo (where we daily shared a haiku for the same prompt for a year among many other poets. Touched by your spirit, I left parts of me in brief phrases on your space.)

Seriously into poetry in 2005, (shortly after workshop courses in fiction writing, years after writing nothing of me in media work and journalism, years of dreaming only in verse)  

(I used to write more lyrical prose,) now mostly haiku, some tanka, and recently, haibun and also free verse when all three fail

April 16, 2012 Posted by | lyric poetry, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment