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

magpie gripes (another unpublished haiga, an experimental image)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

morning walk

morning walk–

magpie struts off, leaves feathers

for me?

August 25, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , | Leave a comment