cold hands and the soft hush-whir of a laptop fan eyes growing heavy
© Michael Raven
haiku
oolong/
today sure seems like an oolong tea kind of day -- tea kettle whistles
sneak/
early wintertide morn two owls talking in bare trees -- mouse careful below
© Michael Raven
done/
pasta is done right
when you throw at the ceiling –
it doesn’t come down…
© Michael Raven
As last piece, from a chapbook assembled, but never published, circa 2008 — plus or minus a few years.
what thoughts, dragonfly?/
what thoughts, dragonfly? sitting on the lilac branch – twilight, dinner, rest
© Michael Raven
Another old piece from an unpublished chapbook I assembled but never got around to releasing, circa 2008.
another journey/
silent, snowfall hush
frost breathing starless slumber
a train's lonesome howl
Buson poem
With no underrobes,
Yosa Buson, 18th century Zen poet
bare butt suddenly exposed —
a gust of spring wind.”
I love haiku. Especially irreverent haiku.
