Work

the work
always the work
until it's done
and lying there
like a spring uncoiled

Blame it on the Muse

my muse sleeps, floating
on the backs of a thousand
haiku gone by

night language

empty into night
the sky pours language
we cannot hear

the hum of silenced

tv;  the muffled scream of
yesterday's nightmare

five miles away

by the ocean
a cricket

between land and sky,

resonating within
a yawning echo

baking bread

molasses memories
pour slowly over the lip;
doughy thoughts rising

I am

I wrote the series of gogyohka below over the course of the past few weeks as separate tweets originally posted on Twitter.  In reviewing my Twitter stream, I saw an interesting (to me) thread and thought I'd capture as one blog post.

 

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I am a wild horse

snout to the wind

beating sand;

and now I stop

to nibble grass

***

I am a warrior

fighting the darkness

with dark dark coffee

and chocolate

darker still

***

I am

this moss covered

weather beaten

unmoveable rock:

please, stand beside me.

***

I am a chalkboard

iconic

and envious

of my multi-media

replacements

***

I am

looking in the mirror

wondering

who

I am

Miracles

How do we know
this dry river bed
this poem
this Saturday night bean supper
is not a miracle?

Japan

I see a boat
on a house
half a world away
and hug my son
tighter to my chest

(I wrote this back in March, after the tsunami disaster in Japan. Let's not forget our friends a half a world away.)