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white shag rice
broccoli in the weave
beef feet

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haiku by Takeshi Endo

to crickets’ voice
I return
a cricket

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hollowed ground
a closet full of steam
water runs

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haiku from ant ant ant ant ant

a mostly blank page with the following typewritten at the bottom: dusk fallen down on her luck     bags inside bags inside bags >=

I wrote a weird sonnet and it got published in the And Now, A Sonnet newsletter.

Here’s the first line as a teaser:

Strange duck / Odd bird / Walk into a bar

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sticks in the wind
seed pods, squashed
cardinal
bright red
above oil black seeds

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haiku by Kristen Lindquist

hanging over us
an icicle
the length of March

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concrete water tomb

Haiku Poetics via Strange Weather in Tokyo by Hiromi Kawakami 📚

Octopus flesh, faintly red, the roaring sea

The roaring sea, octopus flesh, faintly red

“It’s Basho," Sensei said.

You could say that the haiku we have written together is based on Basho’s haiku. It has an interesting broken meter. “The darkening sea, faintly white, a wild duck calls” doesn’t work, because this way “faintly white” carries over to both the sea and the duck’s call. When it comes at the end, it brings the whole haiku to life. Do you understand? See?

Finished reading: Strange Weather in Tokyo by Hiromi Kawakami 📚

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by Seihaku Irako, via: Strange Weather in Tokyo

In loneliness I have drifted this long way, alone.
My torn and shabby robe could not keep out the cold.
And tonight the sky was so clear
it made my heart ache all the more.

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graffiti / gears / ground / halted / blocked / still, life

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by Osvaldo Gutierrez Gomez

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if you want
rights
incorporate yourself

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The Best Thing About A Poem by Max Lavergne

The best thing about a poem is that you can fit the whole thing into the body of an email without needing attachments. The best thing about a travelling salesman is that he can fit everything he needs into his little suitcase and go and go without ever stopping until he has sold everything in there 1000 times over, or even more, and even then he can still go on and on and on. The best thing about a jellyfish is that it wants practically nothing and gets practically nothing. It all works out.

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black pipe
through the low point
train tracks

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from Strange Weather in Tokyo by Hiromi Kawakami 📚

The path seemed like it would go on forever. The ta-ra-ra-ra-ra was now interspersed with calls of chi-chi-chi, and ryu-ryu-ryu-ryu-ryu, and gu-ru-ru-ru-ru.

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sand
washed
from rock

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by Basho via Strange Weather in Tokyo

plum blossoms, fresh shoots, prepared at Mariko’s inn, with grated yam soup

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pebble / seed
wet
in the furrow

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by Seihaku Irako via Strange Weather in Tokyo

Light filters white across the river
through the willows.
From Ono on the other bank
a flute makes its faint way through the mist,
touching the traveler’s heart.

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white banded
wings through the rain
fallen tree

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Fork by Charles Simic

This strange thing must have crept
Right out of hell.
It resembles a bird’s foot
Worn around the cannibal’s neck.

As you hold it in your hand,
As you stab with it into a piece of meat,
It is possible to imagine the rest of the bird:
Its head which like your fist
Is large, bald, beakless, and blind.

&

this Michael Robbins quote it inspired:

“Forget about self-expression, kid. Learn to see the monster on the dinner table.”

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petro fried
le miz keyfabe
um, what were we talking about?

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from Origin Story: The Father by Diamond Forde

Love didn’t mind. The Father didn’t sell shoes—not really.
This was 1930—before The Father was allowed

to hold Love like a thrasher in his snow-banked
palms. But how he longed to hold her—GOD

this poem made me think of this song: