(see below--more responses to s. barber's daily haiku. hers in italics, mine in...not italics. whatever that's called.):
hey rock, with your staid
don't mock my fluxes
quartz, fool’s gold, geode, gravel,
silly putty, all in a line
in the slow waiting
there is still the fragrance of
a tree to offset
the many animals what
getting at the idea of an elm or maple,
but the drawing actually about woodland creatures
who would elude and allude to its texture
wooden cloth classrooms
and green ocean carpeting
choral hum of lights
just like it says, complete with hum
right on time you are
sunflower sproutling! i'm in
need of your symbol.
Aww, I am more okay with this kind of thing now. A seedling would be fine with me.
oh hale bespeckled
grass eaters, your turf is cast
in east side glory
feral cat or a type of ground-bird
a pheasant would be inappropriate given your neighborhood
here at the movies
a beam of light makes me cry
it is impressive
a dark room; an eruption of dust into the beam. reminiscent of american astronaut's reminiscences.
damn cluck pit cost 6
and i got ulcerated
that cost 21
is this about chicken?
one boneless, skinless breast
we could say that the
kind of kind opacity
they offer is shape
overweight women and other comforts
the properties of matter; autism
the mystery is
in the tiny hands they make
such quiet digits
as in the case of the seedling,
resolute infant hand with perfect nails
tiny moons and tiny white
red and black circles
blue and white squares—underwear
on the school's tile floor
still-life with crumpled underwear
the shell and the rock
nostalgize on a past of
long gone softnesses
conch shell refers to previous geode
somehow regards it like the boy at school
reading the minds of cartoon dogs
shade with juniper
soon it's her west jade
Stephanie taxonomy; Little Tykes
this long distance call
does not necessitate new
the oval office
maybe just the rug and a Bakelite phone
can you spell longing
with a pair of scissors and
a top hat in french?
Poignant eyelet; pinking scrapbookers; showgirl inflatable leg
"moist is such a word"
"yes. drainage too, don't you think?"
"oh yes, certainly"
two women with tin can phones
held against their facebook statuses
with their bans on getting wet
or looking sidewise
a kid sticking a pencil in there
to scratch it
it's not those harsh words
that will quiet that mad dogs
ceaseless barking, yo
prehistoric pitbull head
the lighted machine
sings lets hear it for new york
everyone is glad
karaoke with Bonnie Jones doing Moon River
i can see you now
tapping your fingers against
your leg as you read
I’ve thought about this one a lot. It would be impossible to illustrate with a lowercase i, so maybe just a slack jaw, gaze over glasses, eyebrows up, screen reflection. I wouldn’t include the hand or thigh at all.
translation of this
vietnamese pop music
hallucinogenic rice paddy; transparency
palm trees are swaying
i know you won't believe how
musically they sway
one of those battery-powered dancing flowers from the 90’s!!
okay, okay, palm trees.
los angeles hills
horse trails and high hedgerows
i yam what i yam
west coast landscape off to the right side, coastal, steep.
a thunderstorm of
gesturers and hams
literally, a ham hock and a hobo
sad balloons and rain
framed in a giant cut-out
coffee cup decal
Starbucks viewfinder coffee sleeve thing
"she repeats herself"
she says this four times, she says
"she repeats herself"
home turns out to be
exciting again even
though the heart seems gone
I used to think there would be presents waiting when we returned from the beach. Naturalistic rendering of “mudroom” or foyer.
oh so many wan
detectives and spazzed stray cats
in my neighborhood