ㅁ I had a dream where I wrote a poem. The dream-poem was quite amazing. The words were all well-crafted. It seemed a masterpiece. I knew I'd awake. The poem would fade, forgotten, unreal, gone.
– a nonnet.
Category: Nonnet
Caveat: Poem #1845 “The greenhouse report”
ㅁ My greenhouse has its hits and misses. It has done well with cucumbers. Onions, though: mediocre. A few green tomatoes. A fine hot pepper. Some nice carrots. And always lots of mold.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1844 “Perseverance”
ㅁ I plow through time, inconsolable, as if it were heavy, deep snow, exhilarated by cold but unclear on what goals I should be chasing, stepping ahead, feeling feet go down... whomp.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1843 “The fog”
ㅁ The fog is a cloud suffering doubt. The fog has some low self-esteem. The fog is the risen sea. The fog absorbs the light. The fog grasps the earth. The fog is damp. The fog waits. The fog is...
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1842 “Foiled ambitions”
ㅁ The tree's being, unfathomable, defies gravity for a while, attempting to run away, to rise up and escape, yearning for the sky, for the cool clouds, but it can't, it's stuck, still.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1841 “Storm”
ㅁ A storm from the west presses the sea. The sea leaps up and climbs the rocks. It pushes the dock up, down, and rocks the little boat, which pulls at its ropes. Flecks of white foam line the beach. The trees swing.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1828 “Not sure what this means”
ㅁ I dreamed the states became balkanized. Nevada was divided up. The senator from Elko believed he was a god. The Las Vegas one was ten years old. She asked me to try too.
– a nonnet. Dreams are weird.
Caveat: Poem #1827 “Colloquy”
ㅁ Still hours till morning sun nevertheless I'm already up and my window's open so I hear the world outside the purposeful discourse of birds and the crunch of deer's feet on gravel.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1801 “Trepanation”
ㅁ I once heard that some shamans drilled holes in the centers of their foreheads, causing hallucinations, and sometimes I wake up in a weird panic, touching up there, just in case, checking: nope.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1795 “Epistemological shortcomings”
ㅁ "Tweet," birds said. "Squawk, squawk, squawk," others answered. The conversations went on, repetitive. Conclusions may have been reached. These creatures failed to develop any true epistemology.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1776 “The twitterverse”
ㅁ birds log on to twitter and so begin a day of tweeting offering social thoughts to others who disagree perhaps expressing opinions that create bad feelings later on
– a reverse nonnet. Just to be clear, this is about actual birds, and the metaphor goes in that direction, not the opposite direction – I haven’t logged on to twitter in more than two years.
Caveat: Poem #1766 “Approaching solstice”
ㅁ This time of year, the nearing solstice makes it light when I go to sleep and light when I wake up too. With eyes shut in between, I start believing that the night's gone; the day left running things.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1765 “Anti-mouse”
ㅁ I planted a bunch of radish seeds in my greenhouse, in a planter. A mouse came and dug them up. I planted them again. This time with mouse traps. I caught a mouse. Yesterday, I saw sprouts.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1756 “Advancement”
ㅁ A nonnet done backwards starts out quite small but quickly widens stretching subsequent lines stacking up the syllables adding in more complex syntax until at last something can be said.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1747 “Asemia concretized”
ㅁ And slowly the short words stretched themselves out, becoming longer, unfurling, banner-like, propagating, asemic, distorting unconsciousnesses, controversially cartographic.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1733 “Dream imitates life imitates…”
ㅁ Dream: full of frustrating anxiety, a teacher's nightmare, you went to the staff room for some last-minute copies for a pop-quiz you were giving, but lo, the copier malfunctioned!
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1730 “Look what I’ve found”
ㅁ The raven walked - danced - along the edge, perhaps its talons felt the rust of the sun-cooked trailer's rim. Glancing down, it saw white: a discarded tub made of plastic. It hopped down and pecked. Squawked.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1705 “The winter’s delayed colloquium”
ㅁ What is the end result of this thing? The whole is unsustainable. Can we even specify? Perhaps we should discuss. As a group, I mean. All us snowflakes: we're falling, soulless, lost.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1694 “Sun vs Moon in the primeval garden”
ㅁ Long ago, the sun had a garden. She worked her hands in the damp earth. Sometimes the stars helped with seeds. The green things flourished, there. The moon watched, jealous. One night, she crept. She sent clouds. It rained. Flood.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1675 “Stupa”
ㅁ To stack a stone on another stone, first you must survey your options, then you must select the stone, casually lift it, surprise the other, finding balance, placing it with care: plonk.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1666 “Events in a darkroom”
ㅁ Wind, purple clouds hanging, spots of blackness, patches of white snow, something greenish, or brown, inchoate shapes emerging, gravel on the gray road, waiting, the sky's first light rendering the world.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1646 “Chthonic constraints”
ㅁ I was digging a hole in the earth that would lie beneath my new shed but I ran into problems: some twisted buried roots, a gigantic rock, matted branches, unlevel ground, frozen mud.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1645 “Craig”
ㅁ I looked up at Sunnahae Mountain. The moon rose over the west flank. A raven was on a truck. Another rose, flying. The parking lot dwelt among buildings by the streets in cold Craig.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1644 “It’s fun to go to the DMV in a snowstorm”
ㅁ We drove off to town through falling snow intent to see the DMV to enjoy bureaucracy and renew a license. On our return drive, Snow lay blankets across things, obscured all.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1643 “The back end”
ㅁ The machine wore the map as numbers. On the inside, rows of data preserved the points of the globe. Other algorithms Evaluated These abstractions, Drew pixels, Rendered Lines.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1642 “The duck”
ㅁ I step out onto the north balcony. The railing is covered with rime. The sun had set hours ago. Clear nights here mean cold nights. They mean scattered frost. I see a duck: Floating, there; Above, Stars.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1641 “Used words”
ㅁ Here are some of the words I have used; they present themselves to you all for your consideration; they might not be so clear, and they might lack flow; in halts and starts, they tumble outward, lost.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1635 “Onomatopoeic summary”
ㅁ I commute to town via potholes. Sometimes I can dodge them, swerving. But always, it's bumpiness. Thachunkity roughness. Umpadonkiness. Thunka wunka. Slow-fast-stop. Rattle. Bonk!
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1630 “Winter in the rainforest”
ㅁ Last winter at this time, the cold hummed. It tasted trees and wrought sparkles. It made the road as cool glass. This winter's song's distinct. It sends endless storms. It layers rain upon rain upon rain.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1625 “The recurring maps in my dreams”
ㅁ Dreamed I searched for a book but failed to find wandered cities, towns the tierra caliente in Mexico's humid south a book of hand-drawn maps appeared the man refused to sell it to me
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1618 “The air takes action”
ㅁ Wind solid transparent ephemeral touches of cold air damp with the falling rain making the trees' branches wave and lash at the resistant sky until at last it yields to the dawn.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1617 “Teleology”
ㅁ Dark mornings surrounding meditations on the topic of the purpose of living and the vague expectations that arise quotidianly and then fade like a gust of wind.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #1601 “Back and forth”
ㅁ We drove into town, to the stores there. Also, there was an appointment, at the clinic in Klawock. We had the time wrong, though. We had to leave then... come back later. We drove south and north... and...
– a nonnet.