Hard-work-weekends, and
relaxing weekdays: strange but
contented in strange.
Like thunderstorms in
March, or snow in April (soon…).
Life is surprising
Hard-work-weekends, and
relaxing weekdays: strange but
contented in strange.
Like thunderstorms in
March, or snow in April (soon…).
Life is surprising
Drinking used to be
an event; something I would
look forward to. Now:
its something I do, to look
forward to something. Salud…
(This tanka [variation on haiku, 57577] brought to you BECAUSE of Ayako Kigoshi)
To Genghis Kahn, kids
are equal to everyone.
Murder-tunity.
Distance: a pressing
matter; does funny things to
the brain, heart. Mind-fu(n)[c]k.
Trees and billowing
blows my thought like dust or snow.
Recent history
bringing its mostly
crazy deliberate change to my
attention. And
the thinking I do
is cold and warm, warning me
not to allow the
irrational words
of my fear or yours bother
the lovely stasis.
Thought moving forward
and self-doubt holding; fear is
and I am subject
Breath. Breakfast. Breath. Walk.
Breath. School. Breath. Rehearsal. Breath.
Dinner. Breath. Work. Breath…breath.
Foods and drinks and friends
and musics and dances and
more foods. Love: birthdays.
By Drew Harris
We were watching Duck
Tales, and doing our chores late
when you were born, Al.
by Shane Harris
Happy birthday to
You, happy birthday to you
Best. Haiku. EVER.
by Greg Sigman
LC call numbers
order erupts from chaos
pigeonholes for all
I am cold and soft
Unwanted some, beautiful,
though mostly: burden
I fall without light
to greet the sun and morning
Again, trampled on
Opportunities
to use me grow as I do
yet I feel a chore
Wishful, I breathe the
same air, but exist without
my own intention
I am called a touch
when I am more than nothing
And I love quiet
My pillow was too
stiff, but my new one is too
soft. My life is hard.
I have trouble with
simple, though mostly in thought
I: complicated.
But I strive for less
to achieve more with short strokes
I: simplicity.
Also, the amount
of urine I have expelled
today brings concern…
Some morning things are
better than others. Hot and
fruit and together times.
I like to think that
I am firmly planted in
reality. Brain
though, would have you think
otherwise. We are the change
and planted station.
I don’t generally do this sort of thing but I wanted to update you on some exciting things that are abound.
The “Friend(‘)s” page is up and running with an archive of all the guest submissions (we have 2!). Feel free to go to the “Guest Submissions” page at any time and submit a haiku or two (<- rhyme) anonymously or otherwise. This is exciting.
Additionally, Aaron Quinn (also @ BusTown) wrote a (couple of?) piece(s) based on my haiku (and one non-haiku). He is guitarist/new music composer/husband (WHOA!)/friend/ and despite his best efforts otherwise, a super rad guy based in Columbus (but probably not forever). Check out his stuff! More to come on this.
Also, Dan DiPiero and I are planning a series of haiku WITH ILLUSTRATION soon. He is a drummer/new music composer/illustrator/food connoisseur/and author based in the quasi Los Angeles (Cal Arts) area but FROM Cleveland, whom I met in Columbus and hopefully someday soon back in the midwest. I’m not sure what this will be exactly but I’m thinking of calling it “People and Me and People” or something. Get excited and check him out too. I’ve been meaning to collaborate with him for a long time and it should be an exciting venture. More to come on this TOO.
Thank you for reading. Any day I get more than 3 readers I feel lucky and strange. SUBMIT SOMETHING. Loves.
Alex
by Amy Dunlap
yoga life yoga.
open the brain? open the
body. peace abounds.
by Ann Burgoyne (my mother)
Storms and their fury
astonishingly simple
mode of renewal
To clean is free
and be freed. There is no sub
for things in places.
I’ve acquired the
sickness. Nose and throat running.
And the whistle-ear.
Hello. Thank you for visiting my haiku blahg. I appreciate your desire to read my brain (if only for the titles).
I was wondering if maybe you’d like to submit some of your brain, in the form of a haiku or two (<-rhyme). I will be starting a new page featuring guest submissions, and if you’d like to leave one, do so below.
Maybe your haiku will be featured (it almost certainly will) on my GUEST SUBMISSIONS page (which doesn’t exist yet, but will once I receive guest submissions).
Thanks and have a lovely January day.
Its a warm-cold day
and the weary, winter sun
is strong and mighty
I am lonely in
my own head, hateful thinking
leads to my downfall
Choice in the matter
is lost within the redness
And sorry is all