ㅁ and then the snow fell and blankness blanketed all and angles were smoothed.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #918 “Unblankness”
ㅁ no snow has fallen it's winter without blankness green and gray and brown
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #917 “Discord”
ㅁ The wind sows discord among all the molecules, but each fidgets less.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #916 “A gift from Yukon”
ㅁ the wind turned: northeast; the clouds fled the yukon air and everything froze
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #915 “Infinity’s return”
ㅁ clouds never-ending disappear one cold midnight and the stars come out
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #914 “To do list”
ㅁ break down large problems: go get a box, go through it... one step at a time
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #913 “A territorialization”
ㅁ I sleep on the floor and there's a line around me showing the demons.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #912 “A lack of texture”
ㅁ Just days of smooth gray. Just dawns of ice, drizzly air. January ends.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #911 “The multitudes”
ㅁ i dreamed a wide dream teeming with unknown people a hazy sun shone
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #910 “Demarcations”
ㅁ acres of slow sleep enclosed by fences clocks make the grasses of time
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #909 “A rationalization of the inevitable”
ㅁ 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.
Caveat: Poem #908 “Automancy”
ㅁ 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.
Caveat: Poem #907 “The kids these days”
ㅁ alaska in slang: free range insane asylum; the nine oh seven
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #906 “As potholes will do”
ㅁ there are the potholes, each day, gaping and smirking, tasting the trucks' tires
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #905 “In silhouette”
ㅁ 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.
Caveat: Poem #904 “The textures of a place”
ㅁ the bumps in the road the warm silhouettes of trees the welcoming rain
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #903 “America”
ㅁ America's edge beetles downward, descending continental slopes, surveying seething waters, and removing her clothes, while whales bite her toes; she tumbles and bounds into cold, bold sea. Sea leaps up, seething forth, frothing, angry, grasping at legs, arms, ready to dismember the hopes and dreams of calm trees, which present themselves with aplomb - even a grave, introspective joy. Joy's easy on the jumping ocean: bits of water weave the chill air, the great boat's steel keel grinds, thrusts, climbs green-gray, kelpy hills and beats down the beast, the humped, formless, torturous, wanton foam. Foam wraps 'round, entangles her lissome limbs: she surrenders to the sea's suggestions, embracing the chaotic frozen surges of lost borders. The edge undefines America.
– a nonnets and reverse-nonnets enchained into a longer poem.
Caveat: Poem #902 “A few seconds later”
ㅁ a boat plows water into hills on either side but time erodes them
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #901 “From Oregon to Alaska”
ㅁ okay oregon i guess i'm headed home now off to alaska
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #900 “Cloudy with a chance of epiphany”
ㅁ clouds hover, grasping trees resolving doubts introducing truths pandering to aesthetes by concocting fractal curves odd turns of visual phrasing that open the mind to redemption
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #899 “Passage”
ㅁ it stands like a frame within are random branches a gate into green
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #898 “Spilling downward”
ㅁ moon above a tree tilted to drop its insights on the deer below
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #897 “From the manual”
ㅁ The key to friendship, harmonious family: Patience with silence.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #896 “An excursion in an automobile”
ㅁ driving across land volcano-punctuated and littered with tree
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #895 “Advice I have failed to take”
ㅁ people are where they are it's hard to pull them somewhere meet them where they are
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #894 “A trip to the east”
ㅁ there's no light outside the sun is lost in the east but we're headed there
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #893 “How to dream”
ㅁ I dream like a dog, run after unseen phantoms, taste the air, sighing
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #892 “The default mode of textual production”
ㅁ prose becomes difficult so poetry becomes the default manner of expression engendering ideas and capturing the images that a glance outside will give to me
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #891 “Progress studies”
ㅁ gray shades to purple shadows become silhouettes rain licks leafless trees
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #890 “Wayfinding”
ㅁ a tree is a map outlining the passages from earth into air
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #889 “As motels will do”
ㅁ When your motel bed has four large, plump, white pillows so you try each one...
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #888 “Gnostic manifestations”
ㅁ dreams unfold and present improbable strange scenarios in which intimate friends and famous public figures (epistemological hints) become ghost-like beings with secrets
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #887 “Hay”
ㅁ I took a long walk up to the east: a gradual hill past old farms, the snow-covered, sun-drenched road saw new subdivisions branching left and right but at the end was a pile of stored hay.
– a nonnet.