Category: Book 2

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they said he was bad
disliking his love of rules
he drew lines through space

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The snow turns to rain;
rain turns to snow turns to rain;
winter spits its spite.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The rain falls on snow
A creek sings exultations
Water over ice

– a pseudo-haiku.

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My mood plunged in the wake of events:
A machine refuses to work.
I'm not so mechanical...
At least, not as I'd like.
So a gloom descends:
A rain on snow -
Insistent -
Melting
Drifts.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The saw wouldn't work.
Frustration overtook me.
I stood in the snow.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The moon approached dispassionately,
with not a glance to either side.
A hoary cloud floated by,
blurring her pocked, pale face.
The earth ignored her,
preoccupied
with winter
and ice.
Cool.

– a nonnet.

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Is it possible to write poems
about the sprawling internet?
All the seething, grasping text
that underlies a world -
an engineered mind -
a clockwork brain:
idiot
savant
soul.

– a nonnet.

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The atmosphere tastes like frozen grapes
and snow conceals the doubtful path.
I step forward, then sideways.
A bird rushes by me.
The hill hides the sun
but the sky's blue.
A branch snaps.
Silent
place.

– a nonnet.

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Yesterday it snowed from dawn to dusk.
So I stayed in for the morning.
I thought the firewood could wait.
Fat flakes fell on windows.
Still, I took a walk.
The road was white.
I left tracks,
Saw trees,
trudged.

– a nonnet.

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Bits of shredded trees all embedded
in slopes of frozen mud and snow
testify to the assaults
committed by machines
impelled by profits
hungry for wood
devouring
churning
wants.

– a nonnet.

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The eagle circled round and landed
in a hemlock by the river.
Yellow beak and white head spun.
A branch shuddered and swayed.
So the raven swooped,
changing her spot
from a rock
to a
pine.

– a nonnet.

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The bones inside my head sit and wait.
They enclose my meditations,
Covered in muscle and skin.
But they will have their day.
These bones will emerge.
Time removes flesh.
They'll become
Empty,
White.

– a nonnet.

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Sun and blue skies: an aberration.
The rainforest is stilled by cold.
In winter, here, clouds protect.
They deliver slow rain.
Without them, skies clear.
The heat escapes.
Snow lingers.
Deer hide.
Frost.

– a nonnet.

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Words plow down hillsides and bore tunnels.
They carve canyons in melting snow.
Semantic rivulets form.
The sun glints off meanings.
Shadows are dispelled.
Bits of ice melt.
Ideas.
Water.
Thought.

– a nonnet.

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No
Of course
Don't tell me
I have been rude
I spoke out of turn
The words came unbidden
And tumbled down between us
Like misplaced pets gallivanting
In search of love that cannot find them

– a reverse nonnet.

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There is a rooster who lives next door.
He gets a mood at five A.M.
I don't know how he does this.
He announces his mood.
The darkness just waits.
Unresponsive.
Cold air hangs.
Wind blows.
Stars.

– a nonnet.

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So.
They say
the woman
went up the creek,
lay down in the moss,
and was filled with sadness.
The snows that fall are feathers
which her son had worn, so handsome,
but now he's been eaten by the sea.

– a reverse nonnet.

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and then the snow fell
and blankness blanketed all
and angles were smoothed.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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no snow has fallen
it's winter without blankness
green and gray and brown

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The wind sows discord
among all the molecules,
but each fidgets less.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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the wind turned: northeast;
the clouds fled the yukon air
and everything froze

– a pseudo-haiku.

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clouds never-ending
disappear one cold midnight
and the stars come out

– a pseudo-haiku.

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break down large problems:
go get a box, go through it...
one step at a time

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I sleep on the floor
and there's a line around me
showing the demons.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Just days of smooth gray.
Just dawns of ice, drizzly air.
January ends.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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i dreamed a wide dream
teeming with unknown people
a hazy sun shone

– a pseudo-haiku.

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acres of slow sleep
enclosed by fences clocks make
the grasses of time

– a pseudo-haiku.

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She asked, "How are you? Is it raining?"
"Yes! the rain occupies the air!"
"That leaves little room for sun."
"But there are benefits."
"Oh? Can you explain?"
"It makes a sound."
"And that's good?"
She frowned.
"Yes."

– a nonnet.

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sleep
spirals
pulls me down
and attaches
with small, grasping hooks
pulls my organs aside
trying to find my worries
spinning them out like tarot cards
reading the divination of dreams

– a pseudo-haiku.

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alaska in slang:
free range insane asylum;
the nine oh seven

– a pseudo-haiku.

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there are the potholes,
each day, gaping and smirking,
tasting the trucks' tires

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Tall,
distant,
hanging back
beneath gray skies,
a typical tree
hunkers down and faces
a glowering gale, groping
the nourishing ground with its roots.
The ground reaches back, lifting the tree
up
on
its
back

– a reverse nonnet with a small trunk.

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the bumps in the road
the warm silhouettes of trees
the welcoming rain

– a pseudo-haiku.