Sunday, 19 November 2017

Ghanaian stamps

I meet J. We eat ramen at a new place in town. Clef statements emboss the lullaby chic that dominates the plaid shirts. I have sake w/ my food. We have enough of the airliner dining. After the food we go to a bar that has a lot of video game cabinets. We play streetfighter and other games. J makes a lilac out of a tea pot I have nothing to offer except my father’s rare collection of West African stamps. ‘Oh, the Ghanaian ones are nice.’ J  offers sympathetically. The Moonwalker game is funny. There are lots of weird things in the game like the phallic robotic bad guys. Bubbles is also a power up that affords MJ the ability to become a giant laser shooting robot. With the church only a skip away we buy replica crown thorns. It is a good time.

clay stars
a lawn 
full of dandelions



Friday, 17 November 2017

The laser show of 1804

They were enjoying the laser show when they composed the most famous poem of 1804. D made the situation awkward.

new moon
the patch where
the daffodils were

Two youngsters sat on W’s lap and counted the flies on Ullswater. He wrote most of his poetry in found cheque books. He wrote most of his poetry about the number of flies on Ullswater.




Thursday, 16 November 2017

goat star

frozen boutique

an onionskin
locks a bucket

the moon
nothing more
than a cliche

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fixed deck

the fish’s lifestyle
down stream

there’s a word
for when a leaf
is withered but not fallen

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trick cards

if buddy holly
didn’t die

in that plane crash
he’d probably
be dead by now

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goat star

all my autumn
wishes came true

a sweet potato's hymen
moving along
to saskatoon



Wednesday, 15 November 2017

7000 dead sea witches

collecting pebbles
on the beach
uncle’s illness

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7000 
dead sea witches
the buoyancy 
of my crutch

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on my son's chest
a giant black mouse

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rain
the dull drip
of my words


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Tuesday, 14 November 2017

rice milk

rice milk
the low sun through
even lower clouds

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full moon
my son's love
of squash

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feeling like this could be a painting of hell - autumn sunset

Basho

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zuh zoom the branch where a kingfisher....

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Saturday, 11 November 2017

remembrance poppy

blue sky
what does it remember
this remembrance poppy?
(after Basho)

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mistaking nudes
for clouds
a painter adjusts
his timepiece

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half grey
half blue
the sky

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rain 
a poet shaves
his poem

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       Salvador Dalí - Spring Explosive

Tuesday, 7 November 2017

beech tree

three line
poem:
the pine

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2 reds
a bullfinch
& the rowan

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cold day
sending my father
an email