Frog at the Bar
The sky was threatening to burst and so I ended up at Sam Meniscus’ Bar before the usual time. Met this old guy nursing a drink at a table at the back. He was looking to talk, and time had almost run out on his beer.
“It’s about seeing,” he said. “And [...]
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Trying to forget.
Isn’t it another way
Of remembering?
–Kristin Thacher
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in everyone’s mouth
the tongue of autumn’s
red leaves
–Basho
[from BASHO The Complete Haiku, Translated by Jane Reichold, Original Artwork by Shiro Tsujimura, Kodansha International, 2008]
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Paintin ‘here and there’ by Bill Knott
Minor Poem
The only response
to a child’s grave is
to lie down before it and play dead
Death
Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest.
They will place my hands like this.
It will look as though I am flying into myself.
Goodbye
If you are still alive when you read this,
close your eyes. [...]
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For sale:
baby shoes,
never worn.
–Ernest Hemingway
I submit this is haiku. Hemingway haiku no less. With-in…the very nature of haiku. Hemingway considered this a story. His best work. The image is the message. What more?
There is little record of Hemingway’s indebtedness to an Eastern way with words. Though the precision of his prose (sharpened by journalism) brings [...]
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Hand over fist. Time after time. There’s something out there that I’m reaching for. Alliances are short lived. Women, children and stout hearts veer off, drop away. It’s a solo game.
I encountered Shunryu Suzuki years ago at his Zen center in San Francisco. I just wandered in off the street in the middle of three [...]
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from 37 psalms from the Badlands.
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