Weekend spring ~
washing cat food cans
for recycling.
Industrial Reincarnation ( quita el pasado de mío mi dulce trementina )
2022 March 4
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
1 last snow
2022 February 28
The scent o’
1 last snow before
winter’s death.
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
February ends ( pero al final ni siquiera importa )
2022 February 27
Rainy morn ~
February ends
e’en earlier.
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
Autumnal February Seasonal Aphoria [ GESICHTEN SIE DIE SACHE DIE NICHT SEIN SOLLTE ]
2022 February 25
It doesn’t feel like winter anymo’,
but it doesn’t feel like spring yet…
<That is the feeling o’ autumn,
sneaking ’tween January & March.
¿Have you forgotten it already
dug so deep in your dank caves?
¿Did you not notice the morns
smudged out white with fog
evolving into bright yellow days
chillywarm?
¿Have you not noticed all this month?>.
No, no, no —
It’s all wrong.
¿Where are all the colored leaves?
All I see are brumal starving barks.
¿Do you know how stupid that looks,
skeletons basking in the beach sun?
<Raise thy hair-clogged nostrils to the gray skies.
¿Can’t you smell the scent o’ cold wood?>.
That shit’s in winter.
Look, Autumnal June is 1 thing —
¿but this “Autumnal February” biz?
I’m not feeling it.
I don’t e’en remember what I feel —
it’s already crepusculing,
the hour when all the seasons lie equally black.
Posted in Poetry
咳
2022 January 24
They say it's better to stay inside when sick...
That's why I'm always inside...
カフカフカフ・・・・・・・・・・・・・
spring mask
2022 January 17
Sunny day ~
wearing spring mask
midwinter.
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
Lefto’ers [ ABER WENN DU DEINE AUGEN SCHLIESST ¿FÜHLT ES SICH NICHT FAST SO AN ALS OB SICH ÜBERHAUPT NICHTS GEÄNDERT HÄTTE? ]
2022 January 3
Postyearend ~
in the waking rain
snow lefto’ers.
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
Fiery leaves ( ahora veo colores estoy yendo más alto creo que prenderé un incendio forestal )
2021 October 30
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
changing leaves [ DIE ZEITEN ÄNDERN SICH ABER ER VERGISST NUR ]
2021 October 8
Hiding
’mong the changing leaves ~
anarchist stump.
The Pumpkin-Colored Rock [ VERGISS NICHT DER STERBEN VERGISS NICHT DEINEN FREUND DEN TOD ]
2021 October 1
1 day walking home from the store I spied a pumpkin-colored rock sitting where no one else would find it in a plot o’ dirt by the highway. I picked it up with the intention o’ taking it home; but as I lifted it I turned it o’er & saw on its brown underbelly the bone-white words, “HE DIED FOR YOU”.
I turned it back o’er & left it where I found it so that other close explorers in the area might discover its arcane secret.
