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Wednesday, December 26, 2018
Haiku U. Poetry Workshop 101 Prize Specimen
narcissus
You don’t need to use
Beautiful
in this haiku—
Jonquils are in bloom.
Saturday, December 22, 2018
Photographer X In Action, Hanoi, 2016
The dog in the photograph caught
Jumping in mid-air does not
See its elongated shadow
Being cast on the asphalt
Some five or six yards
Behind it, nor that the other
Shadow next to it belongs
To a girl sitting in the road
Looking in the opposite direction
Behind the dog and now readying
To take a different photo, nor
That this girl sees no shadows
At all, not even those two long
Oozing tar-like strips from the rear
Of the black-and-white shoes
Of the two women directly behind her,
Who are busy framing
A different shot
Of an indifferent dog curiously
Arrested in mid-air.
Thursday, December 20, 2018
Axioms Of A Third Kind
You there,
You with the stars
In your eyes, living
In another world—
One is the
Number of the never-
Ending dream next
To zero,
Zero is the
Number of the
Stillborn dream next
To one, consequently
Still-to-be-born
Zero and one,
And one and zero are
Still one in the end—
Count your blessings
On this earth
While you can,
My friends.
Monday, December 17, 2018
On a Phrase Of Randall Jarrell's--From His Introduction To The Selected Poems Of William Carlos Williams
“Nothing is more important than the way it looks”
If we are to concur with Jarrell’s premise,
We must take it one step further
And admit that looks are everything,
And if so, we must also ask ourselves
What’s to be said of nothing--
That it looks like nothing?
Friday, December 14, 2018
The Quandary
Nesting inside
A healthy beast
Lies another less
Healthy beast
Inside another
Less healthy one
And so it goes—
Somewhere therein
Lies the key
To the puzzle
No healthy beast wants
To solve.
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