Sunday, September 27, 2020

settling in 

in unsettling times

relaxing through anxiousness

😷

Friday, September 25, 2020

. . . insidious . . . subtle . . .
. . . anxiety . . .

Covid Pangs

Sunday, September 13, 2020

Untitled

first nuts drop . . . pecans?

then Coming . . . off a hard trunk

savor the Swallow 


(Inspired, sampled, honkadoried from Ross Gay’s “Book of Delights”, number 28)
😷

Tuesday, September 8, 2020

autumn leaves . . . a breeze

the flat light shivers

time . . . seeping coloured stillness









Thursday, August 6, 2020

‪Earth’s Womb swells‬

‪nursing unsown spaces‬

‪rustics . . . weeds ~ everywhere‬

‪😷‬

Thursday, July 30, 2020

Sunday, July 19, 2020

Recollections

Old Growth breeze

. . . still . . . overtime

sensations remain

Alyeskan Interior #363‬



‪sensing the browning‬

‪of the leaves . . . fading . . . in july‬

‪heralds of winter‬

‪of sub zero harshness‬

‪of sub arctic cold‬




Thursday, July 9, 2020

Covid Taintings? Not!

confederate flags

objective symbols of hate

for Black Folk

subjective symbol of pride

for “most” whites



Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Monday, June 8, 2020

“Intersectionality”

‪imagine a prison‬

‪atop Auschwitz‬

‪80% of inmates‬

‪JEWS! . . . outraged . . . welcome‬

‪to angola in amerikkka‬

‪😷‬

‪angola‬

‪plantation to prison‬

‪angola‬

‪overseer to officer‬

‪angola in amerikkka‬

‪😷 ‬

Sunday, June 7, 2020

June 7th, 2020

‪socratic education‬

‪entails critical thinking‬

‪which develops prophetic knowledge‬

‪being educated as such does not necessarily coincide with obtaining credentials

‪nonetheless it does coincide with refining ones critical intellect‬

‪still, without spiritual integrity & ethical morality‬

‪all is lost
‪😷 ‬

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Covid-19 #77

pandemic weariness

feeds paranoia

blame ~ scapegoat ~ deny

hate ~ threats ~ confederate flags

guns . . . no longer quarantined

Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Saturday, March 28, 2020

‪Covid-19 #121

500 New Yorkers dead

900 Italians too (919)

nother Covid Day

Mein Trumpf to NYC

I don’t believe your need

‪Covid-19 #12‬


‪4 weeks‬

‪52 doctors . . . all dead‬

‪Italy . . . again

Covid-19 #4

           two days later

(743)   700 more

        DEAD Italians

             as if . . .

    they were honey bees

‪Covid-19 #3


‪                next day‬

‪(793)  800 Italians‬

‪                  Dead‬

Covid-19 #2

case . . . case

cluster . . . cluster

Coronavirus . . . BOOM!

Covid-19 #1

              in a day

 (627) 600 Italians

            DEAD!

Monday, January 20, 2020

Wednesday, December 25, 2019

Sunday, August 4, 2019

The original version of “why didn’t you stay”

summer leaves

all alone - to Wonder

love dreams - fade . . . fall . . . gone


(As the end of summer is upon us here in Alaska I was inspired to write this Honkadori, this haiku upon viewing Spike Lee’s Joint, “She’s gotta have it” on Netflix, the series remake of his landmark film. I was watching Nola Darling, the shows protagonist riding Coney Island’s Wonder Wheel, to Stevie Wonder’s “Why didn’t you stay”, off his “Where I’m at now album”. This scene brought back a stream of memories and emotions to me. I had to replay the scene over, and over, and over again. Sitting in my dry cabin up here in Alaska. See I grew up in Bed-Sty Brooklyn, and rode that Wonder Wheel many a summer, over and over, again and again. It brought back an abstruse time for me of innocence, lost innocence, vulnerability, sheer adolescent joy, and awakening, emotionally, socially, politically, a melancholy period of my life. So this is what inspired me to write this Honkadori Haiku. Thanks Spike, thanks Stevie.)

Sunday, July 28, 2019

On “Why didn’t you stay”


summer leaves 

love falls away

all alone to Wonder

(As the end of summer is upon us here in Alaska I was inspired to write this Honkadori, this haiku upon viewing Spike Lee’s Joint, “She’s gotta have it” on Netflix, the series remake of his landmark film. I was watching Nola Darling, the shows protagonist riding Coney Island’s Wonder Wheel, to Stevie Wonder’s “Why didn’t you stay”, off his “Where I’m at now album”. This scene brought back a stream of memories and emotions to me. I had to replay the scene over, and over, and over again. Sitting in my dry cabin up here in Alaska. See I grew up in Bed-Sty Brooklyn, and rode that Wonder Wheel many a summer, over and over, again and again. It brought back an abstruse time for me of innocence, lost innocence, vulnerability, sheer adolescent joy, and awakening, emotionally, socially, politically, a melancholy period of my life. So this is what inspired me to write this Honkadori Haiku. Thanks Spike, thanks Stevie.)

Saturday, April 6, 2019

Post Showa

Japanese Spirit   -   Yamato dameshi

      nostalgic   -   natsukashisa

                   REIWA

Sunday, November 18, 2018

Alyeskan Interior, for BOOK III

earthen pillow words
chikyu makura kotoba

atop foot dragging mountains
no ue de ashikibi yama

my narrow road north
watashi no oku no hosomichi