Tag Archives: haiku

Shutter

Witness to a claim, Pandora’s box-cutting gaze– hope at the bottom.

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Luminaries

She came to know himthrough the brushwork of fingers–Light, the common touch.

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Cosmic Lay Slick astronomy, moonlight drips between her thighs– The lay of space, mine.

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Weight of Writing

A row of teethmarks in the spine of a pencil– Stressing a sentence.

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Tongues

“To meditative minds the ineffable is cryptic, inarticulate: dots, marks of secret meaning, scattered hints, to be gathered, deciphered and formed into evidence; while in moments of insight the ineffable is a metaphor in a forgotten mother tongue.” — Abraham … Continue reading

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Odysseus and You

“This transformation is what all artists seek: to become like mythic heroes—Prometheus, Achilles, Odysseus, Aclestis, Athena—so that we mortals can see our fates reflected in their journeys as we do in the journeys described in ancient myths.” – Erica Jong … Continue reading

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Choir

“Myths, so to say, are public dreams; dreams are private myths.” – Joseph Campbell The correspondence between public and private alternated choirs.

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What Was It You Said?

“Distraction is the only thing that consoles us for our miseries and yet it is, itself, the greatest of our miseries.” — Blaise Pascal Oh, distraction, you paradoxical bastard– Sky laughs, stays open.

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Intimation

“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star” – William Wordsworth Once upon a star, lyrics mated with the dark– Memory was born.

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Cracked Plate

“Sometimes, though, the cracked plate has to be retained in the pantry, has to be kept in service as a household necessity.  It can never again be warmed on the stove nor shuffled with the other plates in the dishpan; … Continue reading

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