jornales

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

Meanwhile, I’m writing non-haikai* poetry–here’s my 14th

No. 14 (non-haikai) curlicues

 

who would imagine

a laced peace banquet of soldier ants

bowling over a strange lobster

 

as war winds whoosh in

tumbling half filled cups

 

meanwhile, hidden in bushes

a truce between magpies stalls

over recyclable ladles

 

beyond the gates

arthritic oak limbs crackle

 

as a diagnosis befalls

dusky walls about an orphan’s

spelling of melan chocolic

 

somewhere, a homecoming sergeant

with wounds missing skin eats a map

 

as devastation news

swarm on beaches where algae

turns toxic red dye

 

a moss hill rises on a hero’s nose

and on the street renamed Desire…erasures

 

in a battle manifesto

 

*nod to Johannes S.H. Berg, editor of bones, a journal for new haiku, who coined non-haikai rising as they do from a swarm of haiku. Tell me, what you think, will you please?

September 19, 2014 Posted by | haiku | , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

random haiku (from my posts at the NaHaiWriMo wall)

a.
reggae–
the sun dripping
on his basin

b.
she hurtles
notes into the rapids—
the jazz pianist

c.
homecoming–
he smiles
into her fingers

d.
chrysalis—
the other life
begins

e.
his purring
on cellos from my CD player—
evening thrum

July 3, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments