a handsaw
sounding like poverty
at midnight in winter

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crow tree-high settling
scattering snow sparkling light
Christmas morning

from BROKEN WATER, Tokyo; Yamada, 1963

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Empty Path
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa“A single leaf, blown from a lakka-tree,
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawhispers autumn through the world.”
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaSung Yü (Chou Dynasty)
In the shiver
of cold dew
the lake’s mirror ripples
On the untrodden grass
your footprints leave their mark
in the cold dawn
Not one lakka leaf has fallen here
yet after a barbaric cycle
the warm soul of autumn has returned
The skiff sails back to the old wharf
carrying [...]

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Bayview Haiku
Fishing in the rain,
nothing biting.
A perfect night to fish.
Under a lily pad,
a silent pike,
the slow ascent of minnows.
Two turtles on a log,
noses touching,
love at first sight.

Gary Busha’s work has been featured on Garrison’s Keillor’s The Writer’s Almanac. He is the author of Lines on Lake Winnebago, Marsh River Editions, among other [...]

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especially for Allard and all the rest of you: Todd, Mark, Tony, Brian, S.A., Alex, David, Dennis, Don, Doug, Fred, Gary, Gerald, Harry, Jack, Jared, John,Kell, Lawrence, Lisa, Lucio, Mark, Melody, Mera, Michael, Milner, Norbert, Raindog, Robert, Ron, Ronald, Stuart, Sylvia, Victor, Wayne, and all the lovely people who visited this website. See you soon in 2009 and all the Best.

monsieur k.

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Broctman’s Memorial Hospital
June 24, 1974
Stuart Z. Perkoff & Philomene Long

Philomene: (strokes Stuart’s forehead, brushing his eyebrows)
Stuart: They’re worth more after the death.
Philomene: What is the pain teaching you?
Stuart: To obey. What do you think happens at the dying?
Philomene: It looks like light. It feels like love.
Stuart: What do you think happens after they dying?
Philomene: It is all right, no matter what the condition.

Stuart asks Philomene to bring a tape recorder to the hospital saying he “had a poem in him.” The following is a transcript of his final hour.

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