May 2009
22 posts
He wanted to jam jar one of the frogs that edged the pond but only ever managed to capture circles of grass and drops of splashing water. DannyPoet
May 30th
bamboo microHaiku
i - haiku: the bamboo counts against the eaves tap tap-tap tap-tap-tap ii - microhaiku: tap tap tap tap tap tap
May 28th
1 note
Heavy Blue Ear
This heavy blue ear is so hard to lift to the radio already full to the brim with Dr. Spin. * This heavy blue ear is a marble tureen full of bullet soup. Use this gypsy violin as a ladle blow on it it’s hot. * This heavy blue ear is cracked and porous. Warring fractions of soundbytes leak into my head like pesticides percolate into ground water. * This heavy blue ear. Listen to any more...
May 28th
back surgery
the weight of wings upon my back and yet it is they that let me fly
May 26th
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Birds trace sudden shapes in the wind like stones, hurled. The big bus brakes, makes the sound of a tiger’s purr. a small stone (also here)
May 26th
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Rainy air
the softest rain blown in and out of sunlight K. Brobeck * Rainy air blows in Two grackles are now harassing the cat. Taking a break from being teased she jumps up on my lap Kris Lindbeck * Thunder and sunshine It rained off and on all day Lazy wet Sunday John Hicks
May 25th
Passing the baton
The pure-white lilac blossoms have rusted, the lupins are building the promise of their green spires. a small stone (also here)
May 25th
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Summer’s gone – the falling stars we never felt as we lay and smelt thunder though moth-brightened screens, the screens the thunder, gone. SlowReads
May 25th
Having hatched alive, This flat snake froze a moment When the wheel rolled down blueheron
May 21st
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Since the leaves came out, the tree’s shadow no longer resembles a tree. Via Negativa
May 21st
Mariposa
mariposa, spread your lashes, lips, your fine tongue embrace the long line hollowed with heat, memories, opening to erasure * * * Inspired by this momentile.
May 19th
The Museum of Today
the Museum of Today is open hours from dawn to dusk one time only exhibition then closed forever Museum of Tomorrow to open soon
May 14th
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May 12th
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Another morning thunderstorm. How much deeper can this green go? oversouled
May 11th
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Likely Epitaph (After Li Po)
Here lies John so drunk He fell from his boat and drowned Embracing the moon. - Twitterku
May 10th
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I leave a coin Atop a fencepost To greet the moon Paiku
May 9th
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They sat around with their eye burn, tooth rot, laughing up a snarly gum, belonging in not.  Drifters who found homes in each other. DannyPoet
May 8th
From my son’s typing homework: “Mrs. Jax can call a cab, and Kay can flag a small black van.” What gets better work: my L pinkie or my ear? SlowReads
May 7th
the last snow of spring
spring rises winter fades snow falls …from yet another blossom
May 7th
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May 5th
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Duet
Skyscraping white pine swaying in the stiff breeze - ear pressed to the bark I hear its groans, but my cheek transmits a rough comfort. Beth I will not cut him down for the stories he holds. He sweats by the gallon and his tears are thick as glue. tedsimkins * * * Line breaks added by me to Ted’s response to Beth’s poem.
May 4th
Lines for May 1
Flowers along the road like a morning storm. Tom Montag http://middlewesterner.blogspot.com/
May 3rd