ㅁ straight lines on hillsides sketch out a daily hubris; ravens supervise
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ ...and we were stuck in Cairns for just a day and walking from some mall where time was killed and crickets sang and rain made rivulets and randomly my spirit sister waved and stopped her car and turned around quite quick and said hello. We told our little tale. She laughed and grinned and drove away again.
– seven lines of blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Excerpts from the chat app on Abraham’s smartphone:
God: kill your son
Abraham: srsly?
God: damn right
Abraham: um…ok
God: holy f* nm
God: jk
Abraham: jeez…
God: hah on that topic i’ll prolly kill mine tho lol
Abraham: wtf?
God: ikr
ㅁ They swarmed: a cloud of tiny bugs that - distilling atmosphere with wings - as if hyped up and stoned on drugs that impelled orbits more than stings. The green of trees and breeze-bent grasses made better views than bug-strewn glasses. In water standing by the road they buzzed beside a flattened toad. Unreadable unlike books' pages, the path unfolded asphalt planes and hiding mother earth's hot veins, concealing geologic ages. I stopped to take a picture then and waved my hand around again.
– a sonnet.
ㅁ the sun drew dragons that plunged and bit black trees' tails with clouds its canvas
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ a continuous monologue runs sending negative messages criticizing behavior changing self perception raising false idols self-directed punishing angry words
– a nonnet.
ㅁ I wanted to take a little walk but the sun seemed impossible, glaring down on trees and roads, slashing through the slow clouds, so I just waited, as the sky grayed and the air filled with rain.
– a nonnet.
A parrot made a noise, there, leaping - I tilted head and looked across - it flashed some green and red, in keeping with brightish rainbow moods; the moss, affixed to stones below and gazing up greenly at the raucous praising that spilled out happy birdish squawks, undisciplined, unlike the rocks, whose gentle, calm enunciations could only offer echoes, cold. The bird was hopping upward, bold, and tracing out complex relations that flowers sketched against the sky, that raindrops tapped as clouds went by.
ㅁ the patches of reflectivity bits of floating scintillation drift down the narrow inlet perhaps pulled by the tide pushed by the river propelled by sun drawn by wind water's moods
– a nonnet.
ㅁ Time retreats, yet frozen, making curved frames for geologic, emergent, processes and shaded subtle colors - bands of sand and stripes of turquoise - until at last the next thing happens.
– a reverse nonnet.
ㅁ rain and snow and more rain: they oscillate in the atmosphere with stochastic movements, dodging the windshield wipers. and then a bit of sun climbs out, illuminating the mountainside.
– a reverse nonnet.
I set aside my thoughts, just walking. The alien along the road appeared and gave me pause, his talking - his soulless pleadings - like a code made up of tangled verbs and meanings from which I got the barest gleanings. I followed through an open gate, his gestures seemed to show we're late, how could I know, could he be trusted? In dark and looming halls we roamed, his pointless words spilled out and foamed. We stopped beside machines, all rusted. And he explained what he had planned, but still I didn't understand.
ㅁ Outside my window, western hemlocks tower and confront the clear air while stale snow begins to melt. But in shadows it's cool; amid broad blue skies there are all these disturbing, brooding doubts.
– a nonnet.