Yesterday I saw
two squirrels fighting
so hard that they
fell off the barn roof.

One ran up the wall,
one ran up a tree,
and there they clung
chattering away.

If I were famous
I'd write the story
in jagged lines
and call it a poem.

Last night I dreamt I dreamt I bought some pot, and I dreamt I dreamt it so intensely that I dreamt I woke and in my hand was an envelopeful. I dreamt I used some loose-leaf paper to roll a blunt, which did not work. And that wasn't even the weirdest bit of my dream, just the most recursive.

patches of young trees
grown since the iron's been gone --
they call it "nature"

I think I forgot to be on LJ for about a month. December was also the first month since I started again wherein I wrote not a single poem. Nonetheless, my New Year resolution is to have a book in print this year, and my hope is this month. My apologies in advance.

For my writing group I was supposed to write a setting. It was compact enough I trimmed it into an haiku:

flowers cloyingthick
rising heat -- humidity
day is squeezed away

Once upon a time, I was considering gathering my early pieces, mostly the State of unBeing stuff, into a vanity-press published volume, just for kicks. The wife of the time made it clear how little she thought of people vanity-pressed, and I let it divert me. Going to that writing group Monday had me mentally dusting off the idea, even starting ( Read more... )

I think I've got it.

trees encased in ice
footprints show a man's passing
erased by snowfallIt has the kigo (word denoting season). It is entirely concrete. There is no mention of the poet. And it has internal ... whatever it is, with stasis in the beginning and dynamism in the end. Maybe not the greatest of poems, but I think it is an actual ( Read more... )

A new writers' group is starting in a neighboring town. It's silly that I'm looking forward to it, both because I might meet new people and because I'm hopeful there will be no meaningful overlap between this group and the social group of my ex-wife ( Read more... )

the wind lashes flesh
i stand watching my footprints
erased by the snow

Haven't quite erased the speaker, though.

This time, I'll skip to the last iteration. Though I'm unhappy with the first line. Too abstract for haiku. Should just be a nature reference. "The night wind chills me." "Air hard and frozen."

A night of rebirth
I stand watching my footprints
Erased by the snow