the ocean passes
mysteriously beneath
this floating world
Blithe Spirit 25.4 November 2015
Ingredients - my published haiku, tanka, haibun and the occasional piece of writing that fits none of those categories.
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Flow
Brick dust rising and the sound of heavy machinery from the roadworks, on the far side of the park. A regular beat of metal on metal, four beats then a pause, then four more beats. A saw, rasping, grinding, in short bursts, against something resistant. The machines and the clothing, hard hats and hi-vis vests, flash with light from the low sun. The traffic, reduced to a single lane, stops and starts to the rhythm of the signals, red, amber, green. I'm drawn with a quality of fascination to the labour of road building, reconstruction, urban orthopedics. The physical forces involved in cutting through, straightening, taking apart to rebuild in a form better suited to future flow. The slow healing of arterial routes.
tall poppies
a brightness beneath
the approaching storm
Presence 53 October 2015
Galaxy of Dust. Red Moon Anthology 2015
Brick dust rising and the sound of heavy machinery from the roadworks, on the far side of the park. A regular beat of metal on metal, four beats then a pause, then four more beats. A saw, rasping, grinding, in short bursts, against something resistant. The machines and the clothing, hard hats and hi-vis vests, flash with light from the low sun. The traffic, reduced to a single lane, stops and starts to the rhythm of the signals, red, amber, green. I'm drawn with a quality of fascination to the labour of road building, reconstruction, urban orthopedics. The physical forces involved in cutting through, straightening, taking apart to rebuild in a form better suited to future flow. The slow healing of arterial routes.
tall poppies
a brightness beneath
the approaching storm
Presence 53 October 2015
Galaxy of Dust. Red Moon Anthology 2015
Thursday, February 18, 2016
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