#1730 (#022)

moving in circles

our murmurations give me 

rinkomania

#1729 (#021)

the nefandous things 

hiding close by all around 

waiting for a slip

#1728 (#020)

the word-pecker bird

in the dictionary tree

savours every leaf

#1727 (#019)

pandemic lover

interested in bodies

but not heads or hearts

#1726 (#018)

we've done it in bed -

feet reaching out to rub, bite

like we're anguipedes

#1725 (#017)

when my tortoise mind

finally gets to the scene

you'll see latter wit

#1724 (#016)

a colourful van

full of young mysteriarchs 

often at fairgrounds

#1723 (#015)

that would be a dream:

to write anything for cash/

make potboil stew

#1722

a scarecrow poet

standing in view of The Strand

hopes not to repel

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Written for the November Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Autumn season word, Scarecrow.

#1721 (#014)

steam and not a mist

only rising where there's sun

i feel so bumbazed

#1720

scarecrow cremations

fill the air so they can fly

as they dreamed they would

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Written for the November Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Autumn season word, Scarecrow.

#1719 (#013)

all the word-music

all the flowery language

was just paper lies

#1718

android neighborhood,

10:22: a sudden

alarm, the shutter.

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From words on page 16 of Days at the Morisaki Bookshop in With Love from The Morisaki Bookshop by Satoshi Yagisawa, translated by Eric Ozawa (Manilla Press, 2024).

#1717 (#012)

big pillowy bowl

easing me into the day

Dutch baby breakfast

#1716 (#011)

ew, that goopiness

from your nose with a bad cold

how it fills tissues 

#1715 (#010)

the riverain towns 

of sprites, imps, fairies and gnomes

are so hard to find

#1714 (#009)

books bought to impress

to hoard and not to be read

you bibliotaph

#1713 (#008)

secluded by heat

the Pompeii worm sits safely

in it's own bubble 

#1712 (#007)

watching carefully

to understand every word

labiomancy

#1711 (#006)

they’re hiding somewhere

but that is all that i know

of unknown unknowns

#1710

scarecrows stand stoic,

still. no noisy jump scares, they

silently menace

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Written for the November Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Autumn season word, Scarecrow, and edited slightly for publication.

#1709 (#005)

the bus stop people

embroiled deep in mauvais langue -

ears must be burning

#1707 and #1708 (#004)

space to breathe / make notes

anopisthographical

in betweens all blank

*

a book with thick leaves

anopisthographical

what's hidden by glue?

#1706 (#003)

your sumpsimus ways!

let me live in the past please -

there is comfort here.

#1704 and #1705 (#002)

late education

they call it opsimathy

i am ready now

*

older lib'ry folk

engaged in opsimathy

silent excitement 

#1703 (#001)

they called out, “prosit,”

again and a watching fox 

asked why they did so