From “Serenity” the Arctic Skoolie #21

 selfishness

narcissism

estrangement

sacrifice - resistance

finding freedom . . . the sacred

$, Power, Ideology

 thirty seven billion ~

to Ukraine . . . regardless ~

perpetrating WAR 

For today, a Springtime tanka poem

Spring’s descent ~

soft flakey ~

drizzle ~

Winter’s fading ~

natures awakening

From “Serenity” the Arctic Skoolie #11

 do not speak of ~

Civil Rights . . . Slavery ~

during Black History Month ~

at a bama high school ~

welcome to amerikkka

From “Serenity” the Arctic Skoolie (#10)

 

ethics - morals ~

discerning ~

one’s character ~

summoning the courage ~

to speak of truth - of injustice

From ”Serenity” the Arctic Skoolie (#10)

 

ethics - morals ~

discernng ~

one’s character ~

summoning the courage ~

to speak of truth - of injustice

From “Serenity” the Arctic Skoolie (#3b)

 

whiteness descending ~

brownness  arising ~

bound on a Mountainside

From Serenity the Skoolie #7

 consumer demand

capitalism’s addicts

the amerikkkan people (my people)

functional fiends

fueling Mexican Drug Cartels

“Intersectionally Scourged Backs”

 

porn ~ rape ~ prostitution 

our humanity commodified

in the amerikkkan commonwealth

ubiquitous ~ quintessential

global corporatized capitalism

From “Serenity” the Skoolie (#5)

 

the wintered edge of fall

metamorphous

see! . . . the Fireweed

From “Serenity” the Skoolie (#4)

 

autumn’s chill

descending at dusk

in Denali

From “Serenity” the Skoolie (#3a)

 

precarious

the fragility of life

birth ~ illness ~ health ~ death ~ rebirth

From “Serenity” the Skoolie (#2)

 

deny ignore

feign truth

irrational exuberance

From “Serenity” the Skoolie (#1)

 black n’ White

co-dependent

graduations

From “Serenity” the Skoolie (#8)

 the chill in the air

            on a bus windshield

                            fall . . . of condensation

January 6th, 2020

“they have weapons”

Mein Trumpf 

“I don’t care . . . Let them through”

“there not here to hurt me”

Seditious conspiracy

drifting snow

colour blotches grow on my hands

contrast division smear

hear it

ahh! Miles n’ Gil Evans

moving me Beyond 

that era of Jazz . . . 

. . . still - in this moment

😷

 

Another JIKU excerpt

so little time

too bright inefficient burn

ripened beyond

burnt wicks way to long

life’s wax bleeds from this candle

😷

Another JIKU excerpt

blue moon

upon the tatami

a pine needle

😷

 

Another JIKU excerpt

I drop . . . I rain

my destination unknown

let go spla tT. E . . . R!

😷

 

A JIKU book excerpt

sit . . . wait

contemplate existence 

what might be . . . what will be

and all that has 

. . . the past

settling in 

in unsettling times

relaxing through anxiousness

😷

. . . insidious . . . subtle . . .

. . . anxiety . . .

Covid Pangs

autumn leaves . . . a breeze

the flat light shivers

time . . . seeping coloured stillness

‪Earth’s Womb swells‬

‪nursing unsown spaces‬

‪rustics . . . weeds ~ everywhere‬

‪😷‬

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

Covid-19 #103

in Spring

these viral political winds

where will they blow

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

‪😷 ‬

From the Alyeskan Interior, Book I

reflections

of the “floating world”

rebirth    equipoise 

‪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!

drooling 

through my window . . . pain

winter’s reign

Alyeskan Interior Book III

in the Interior

the dark whiteness

minus -20f   ~   -50f

Merry Xmas

tidings of comfort & joy

Xmas Carols

old time crooners reign

This Up the Mtn haiku was recently featured on the California State Library Website.

      after the rains

   a cool moist breeze

swelling summer breeze

Alyeskan Interior: Book III

in between

summer - winter

fall leaves

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.)

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.)

Post Showa

Japanese Spirit   -   Yamato dameshi

      nostalgic   -   natsukashisa

                   REIWA

First page, third poem, a Honkadori, in the “Up the Mtn” book.

Second poem of page one of my poetry book “Up the Mtn”. (Available on iTunes & at Blurb.com)

First poem on page one of “Up the Mtn”.

Another page from the Alyeskan Interior, Book I #48

Another page from the Alyeskan Interior #138

Another page from the Alyeskan Interior #84