Monthly Archives: April 2014

Step Away from the Buddha: brief notes on reading and response, and on salvaging Haiku (and Two Haiku for April 22)

Spring is here, and, with it, a volume of Japanese Death Poems (compiled by Yoel Hoffmann) sent to me by Andrew Griffin. This book sat on my shelf for a few weeks as I gradually overcame my distaste for the … Continue reading

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Voyeur Moon

Flat, round, the April moon presses into the sky— cold, white nose against dark glass in the night

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Eidolons, Baby (recent poems, November 2012)

Eidolons, baby,* that’s all we are and all we make; we, our own ghosts, are the blurred after-images the pencil traces, what the waiting shapes. *This one came from a brief conversation with Andrew Griffin about the Walt Whitman poem.

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