Friday, 29 September 2017


autumn breeze
the coffee
still too hot


battle weary

the millionaires
of convex combinations

loan out bedpans
which produce hallucinations
of lonely dachshunds


death has left me behind - autumn dusk
Issa (own translation)


Tuesday, 26 September 2017

beech nuts and blackberries

Today we visited Linn Park. The air was mild & full of autumnal mist. I picked some beech nuts and ate them w/ blackberries. Wild grazing is possibly the most dignified way to eat.


Some 'ku from yesterday:

below the corpse
a mackerel
prays for rain


offering an oak
a hillside
herb trousers

Monday, 25 September 2017


tank gods woo
a hunchback -
tubular jesus

bruschetta idolatry
I wish upon
a turban squash

new socks
- we escape
wearing soil

Saturday, 23 September 2017


autumn equinox
the last light of summer
caught in the yew’s berries

slow dusk
the water’s surface
takes a vacation

autumn equinox
I ask a fisherman
about the salmon

the clouds 
become architecture
a dream
falls into
a big nothing