Selected Haiku
Seventeen Selections of Seventeen Syllables from the Whole of My Writings w/ Brief Commentary
Haiku on Haiku1
Ask my thoughts on this:
— haiku is a reduction
— difficult to write
2016 — 19
Haiku for Love2
There is space for all.
Doesn't black soil sing to us:
All are welcome here?
22 March 2024
Haiku for Work3
Hour by hour, we wilt;
There is no sun, no water.
No gardens grow here.
26 March 2024
Haiku for Friends4
As in the summer,
With presence, love & sunlight
All grief is melted.
26 March 2024
Haiku for Having Loved Another5
So difficult: They,
Like new stone: tough, unready
for loving water.
6 May 2024
Stoner’s Haiku6
The small bowl of ash
is difficult to manage
post-meditation.
2019
Sultry Haiku7
I hear you at
twilight,
lower.
2019
Haiku8
The sunlight has come;
I have awoken too late.
The sunlight is gone.
19 May 2023
We Spoke Above Singing9
In the woods, we spoke
on a wet old log, above
twin toadstools singing.
— for D., 2020
Hurricane Season10
After wind and rain,
fallen trees are buried under
autumn's yellow tears.
19 September 2019
Pacific11
Summer bodies' stench,
spent shells, and so much water:
Nations rot this way.
14 July 2023
Magnet Haiku12
If your lips are the north
Then my lips would be the south
— two magnets, of course.
2016
Haiku for Cider13
when heat and the rain,
apples are better this way:
— so kind and soothing.
— for Red Island Cider, 2 August 2024
Haiku for Talking 'Til Dawn14
the grey firmament
after night, permits our sleep:
let us walk home now.
— for E., 2 August 2024
EARLY TWENTIES15
In the afterglow,
we are infinite children.
Restless, blooming stars.
2022
SALT AND FOAM16
Tasting, much sweeter,
the syrup of nations cleans
the sand from my toes.
2022
Haiku for Drink17
Sing lo, sweet sake:
The ten-thousand become One;
Again, we have returned.
12 December 2022
An introduction.
Love is a meadow. Love is not loving.
Factories are inhumane.
Other people are good.
Ships passing in the night.
Whoa, man.
Not seventeen syllables. Call me a liar, if you must.
Some epiphanies come late.
There is spirituality in speech and presence.
She sure is some blow-y out there.
World War II. Not good.
So cute, so sweet.
Cheers!
To witness the whole of the night is lovely.
Time is a straw dog.
The ocean is our oldest lover.
Not about alcohol; but, also, yes.