Haiku – haiku and other animals

trick of the recursive planet. Though, with his pet dodo on the run,

(First published in Under the Basho.)

my cracked head surrounded by violets here a small blue shell

in astronomical units

under my eyelid all the long summer

grit from the forgotten pyramid

my grasswe(e)t toes too long to trod over any meringue

a golden bubble chases the pigs

while Nobody plots

late unrhymable light my splitting shoe the same

Her trilling toes through

morning-star-wet grass

over calm water an orange concierge ogles a pint of rhyme

sound of rain
seeds
the wind
in
my throat
closes at dusk

this cricket tomorrow was a word I loved before the ocean

Bones is back

If you love tiny gems of super-condensed poetry, check out Bones, which is back from hiatus and better than ever! They just published #23, with a few from yours truly…

http://www.bonesjournal.com/

snow on top of snow the snowman’s arm pointing somewhere

since you’d given up on running the show like spring

first blossoms a bright new ring for old Saturn