Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Haiku/Senryu and assorted nonsense

Long time no post, for various reasons. Some are technical problems, others personal. I ould prefer to mostly just post poems, but nobody really reads anything other than the haiku and senryu and posting my longer poems means that some publications will consider them "published." So, I'll just be posting short forms mostly from now on.

PROVIDENCE My grandfather escaped a broken chain of islands off West Africa. Off course, they Rhode a storm to an Island that wasn't.

GRAMMA LESSONS My grandmother never spoke Kriolu with me, 
but still put catxupa, 
jagacida and linguiça 
on my tongue.

Working her last nerve- Almost full moon

Shrimp Gumbo- Waiting for the heat to come on

Morning fog- The clam boats unload their odor

New recipe- I try to visualize whirled peas

Presidential debate- The garbage disposal grinds to a halt

Telephone line- A constant static of starlings

Cracked flower pot the deep purple blossom her newest bruise

Halloween- The Dentist's pumpkin has all its teeth

Halloween- The kids stack peanut butter cups

Halloween Eve- The tattoo guy practices on a pumpkin

Red light- From the open Marquis' window Sade streams

Supermarket line- Halle Berry is free again

Autumn- Into a pile of leaves we fall

Fire truck- The leaves of the Flame Maple smolder

Home poker game- The origamist folds his cards

Dad's resolve- Folded into three corners of a flag


Tudu Morna tem un Mar
ki ca tem mar di agua
tem mar di Sodade

Flashing roadside in the cop's Aviators- Fireflies

Columbus Day- Discovering the taste of tears

Slave Quarters- Every cabin a Master bedroom

Notification from my favorite app- Blood Moon

Swept up to the top of her head- Super Moon

Buried halfway in a new Bestseller- Fallen leaf

Wednesday, September 16, 2015


Morning fog
The long exhale
of a Marlboro

Morning fog
The long exhale
of a Marlboro

Back of the bus
A Jolly Rancher purples 
her pucker

The TV screen full
of her pout

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Aug 2015 Haiku/Senryu

All Butter pound cake
Pistachio gelato
Not a haiku

August sunset-
Nude descending a staircase

Growing on me-
The green streak 
in her hair

Lower Manhattan 
No escape from its shadow
World Trade Center

August Heat-
The lingering taste of
some Scorned Woman

August Heat-
The non-stop stares of
fish on ice

Half moon-
The head of a man asleep 
on this Park bench

Slow climb
up a dark staircase-

Almost white chicken
glazed with tap water
beside the red coals

My son and I play
a video game

Only visible
to the Officer's flashlight-
Dark Matter

Until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)

Tuesday, July 07, 2015

July 2015 Haiku/Senryu

The darkness of plums
at Foodtown

First Date-
Eating Baby Back Ribs
with a fork

Park bench-
The eye of the sparrow
watches over me

Half Moon-
The glistening curve
of her bite

Run over
by Rush Hour traffic-
The tree's shadow

Her eyes-
Packets of Raw Sugar
torn empty

Park bench-
The eye of the sparrow
watches over me

In each store window
the same
quizzical face

Green tea with honey
The way her eyes catch
the sunlight

Again and again
the summer sun

Left knee
the Dining room window shade
that keeps catching

Croissant flakes
What little French 
I remember

August Sky
grayer above the Temple
Fiftieth birthday eve

Bone spur-
Why my Achilles
won't heal

Left knee
the Dining room window shade
that keeps catching

Lazy eye
That one kid who keeps trying
to peep your answers

August Sky
graying above the Temples
Fiftieth birthday eve

Green tea with honey
The way her eyes catch
the sunlight

In Starbucks
noticing that Ishmael
blocked me on Facebook

Post divorce
The softness of the pianist's hands
But Not for Me

Arnold Palmer
The gulf between the order
and the drink

Waiting Room
The motorcycle helmet
above the cane

Not the Pinta
Not the Santa Maria
The Nina she moans

Morning fog
The parking lot fills
with honks

Bid Whist
Before cutting the cards
Mo cuts her eyes 

Clamor of crows
on a telephone line
Black Twitter

July heat
Still attached to the church
a burning cross

Until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

June 2015 Haiku/Senryu

Trying to be more diligent about keeping track of my ku. Here's this month's output so far. I will update it as necessary. Surprisingly, it's been a very productive month. I'm thinking about doing the Haiku a day thing every month and not just during NaPoMo. 

Full moon
The half of the Oreo
with the stuff

now a citizen of the

Carolina dawn
Rising up the flagpole
a woman's hands

Milky Way
Between the stars
Ahmad Jamal's fingers

Empty crayon box
Our son gets a taste
of the blues

Memorial Day
Strewn about the beach
Lorna Doones

Scraps of tires
The flatness of a tern
in the road

Urbane graffiti
Only the expletive
written in cursive

A black cat
settles on the windowsill
October nightfall

Deepening sunset
A pickup's Rebel flag
shrinks in the distance

A bluebird rises
from a budded branch
April daybreak

White cat
Bloody pause
Nine lives gone

The largest hand
sprinkles the Truffle Salt
Father's Day

Summer Solstice
A Father's hand lengthens
a girl's smile

There to prey
The sight of a rifle in the

Still rippling over
Charleston South Carolina
Battle Flag

The curl
of a dead boy's fingers
A toy gun

This woman's white hair
How majestic the crown
of those mountains

Prayer meeting
The expressions on faces
outside the church

Not a prayer
The echo of a rifle
through the Pews

Only the cue ball
left on the table

Spin Cycle
Abe Vigoda is dead

Wave after wave
Falling onto the beach
Boardwalk tourists

Green light
Cars wend around the fountain

June afternoon
The Italian Ice man
shaves smiles

composed of cords
or net

Cold man
A Shake of jazz to come
Free with Cherry 

Rainy day
Our son only seems to know
words that end in Why

Ornate coal man
Mellow descends a fair well 
drifts in the missed

Frost on
the rear windshield 
Snow moon

Grain moon
A crescent of cake waning
in the urinal

Summer night
the beach fills with
sound of waves

Day after Xmas
throwing out my back
with the trash

Back alley
Written in cursive
his pee

Afternoon fog
low door jamb
sudden sprinkle

JV Football
My son goes to the pine
to learn about pine

Black Hawk on a breeze
The Last Diné Code Talker

Basketball court
Two crows caw
Next game

Dinner time
the open mouths of 
slot machines 

The blind man's cane
skips a beat 

over the numbers
Spread sheets

Cannabis seeds
My mother startled
by a roach 

Bouquet of Roses
The skin on her collar bone

Detached houses
The distant eyes of the new

The oak's roots
raise blocks of the walkway
Daddy's fingers

Divorse papers
We spot the typo

June sunset
How softly the petals
flutter down

And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)

Friday, June 12, 2015

Friday Follies 12 JUN 15

To celebrate the life of the recently ascended Ornette Coleman, here are three of what I like to call Cubist Haiku. Coleman was infamous as one of the great innovators of Jazz music creating what would be called "Free Jazz". At a time when the leading innovators were playing a style (Bebop) that relied on using notes of chords taken from a song's harmonic structure, Coleman eliminated chords from his written compositions and instruments that played chords from his band, a move that struck most as completely crazy. His most famous album "The Shape of Jazz to Come" set the jazz world on fire, and sparked endless debates. And yet, the songs worked, thanks in part to his wonderful ability to create melodies. Coleman was also known for his highly idiosyncratic use of language and sometimes seemingly circular logic. As time passed he came to be justified in his approach to the music but his semantic weirdness never waned. Here then are three haiku/senryu in his honor.

Ornate coal man
Mellow descends a fair well 
drifts into the missed

Cold man
A Shake of jazz to come
Free with Cherry 

composed of cords
or net

Among the alternate readings of the first piece is " Ornette Coleman/ melody sends a farewell/ drifts into the mist."
The second piece makes reference to Don Cherry, the long time trumpet player in Voleman's band and father of singer Neneh Cherry. 
And among the alternate readings of the third piece is "Not/composed of chords/ Ornette"

And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)