April 2009
23 posts
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The Frog Princess kiss Thin lips of cool blue passion Her breath smells of flies
Apr 29th
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Apr 27th
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Fog in the dawn pines - Next a gunshot from nowhere Shatters the chill woods.
Apr 27th
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But Odysseus Withstood Circe’s morphing wiles And the Siren’s songs
Apr 25th
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Whirled in your orbit, Thirsty to plunge to your core Left parched wanting more.
Apr 25th
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Mermaid or siren, Your heart’s intangible blood Pulsing beyond touch.
Apr 25th
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My virtual friend Sealed beneath the glass display Like you’d plunged through ice
Apr 25th
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Are you the selkie In the whirlpool luring me To conversation?
Apr 25th
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Like Rilke’s angels The Greek’s bicameral minds Blown backwards trough time
Apr 25th
morningporch: Crows mobbing an owl, the sun breaking through clouds, a field sparrow’s cup filling to the brim… April is still an unknown country to me. Last year
Apr 22nd
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One black and white cow Converses deeply with grass In the green meadow.
Apr 21st
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In dream, 2 black dogs Disembowel one another In deadly silence.
Apr 19th
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“A certain scholar named Mr. Wang Was laughing at my poems for being so clumsy....”
– Han Shan (translated by Burton Watson)
Apr 14th
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One crow weaves among The drizzle-wetted pine trunks In gray morning light.
Apr 13th
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Dogs under the bed Terrified of thunder’s bark: Are they right this time?
Apr 12th
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Coming home again To retaste the sunrise walk: Bowl of green sencha.
Apr 10th
Native Element →
Yes, a New York Times editorial on Twitterku. You might read it to find out why. Here’s a sample: There was a breeze from the southwest, and as the starling turned into it the bird suddenly appeared to be floating. I felt like I was finally seeing the starling’s true shape, wings extended and still — not as I usually see it, wings folded and quarreling over the bird-feeder.
Apr 5th
Apr 5th
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Seeds from this orange soak, To grow Granny’s tree again, In a blue clay bowl.
Apr 5th
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Further on Wumenguan koan 34:
A photograph snaps, Beneath color, light & form, Bottomless silence.
Apr 5th
morningporch: Buds swell on the ornamental cherry beside the porch, unaware that porcupines have girdled the trunk. April Fool! You’re dead. Last year The universal fool.
Apr 1st
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Likely epitaph:
Here lies John who burst Spontaneous into flame Sitting on the bus.
Apr 1st
Apr 1st
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