#1836 (#111)

the metallic din

created by tin-kettlers

i greet with a grin

#1835 (#110)

at the beginning

before we asweddumize

the potential shines

#1834 (#109)

kass-kass then kass-kass

name-calling normally first

but comes with conflict

#1833 (#108)

pertinacious kids

dig in firm to hold their ground

but cannot remain

#1832 (#107)

when i allatrate

whether through force or failure

i will feel queasy

#1831

flesh sterile alone

labor foggily obeyed

lift-off drive bluish

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From words on page 369 of Worlds of Exile and Illusion: Three Hainish Novels by Ursula K. Le Guin (Gollancz, 1966/2015) - from the third novel in the book, City of Illusions.

#1830 (#106)

Goldwasser drinking

wondering if my poo will

increase in value

#1829 (#105)

verbify myself?

what would “to James” mean to do?

answers below please

#1828 (#104)

house snake protect us

stop would-be thieves in their tracks

and keep our food safe

#1827 (#103)

neeb every evening

as soon as i am sat down

i begin to drift

#1826 (#102)

no ablude haiku

i cannot make sense of it

a failure today

#1825 (#101)

a good gingerette

soothes colds refreshes in heat

a year round catch all

#1824 (#100)

a pile of miskoeks

dried and ready for burning.

the food waiting, poised.

#1823 (#099)

all the wood-sour ground

where the trees used to grow tall

sag with memory

#1822 (#098)

Gaeilgeoir Gaeilgeoir shine

spread what was once denied you

speak what’s on your mind

#1821

the curious fox names the winter stars as do inquiring rabbits

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Written for the February Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, Winter star.

#1820 (#097)

niffy-naffy lost

trawling the smallest details

never letting go

#1819

the tent stood talking

wind stretched a flaw carried word

memory outward

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From words on page 145 of Worlds of Exile and Illusion: Three Hainish Novels by Ursula K. Le Guin (Gollancz, 1966/2015) - from the second novel in the book, Planet of Exile.

#1818 (#096)

mauka quiet

when breeze fluttering the leaves

is the only sound

#1817 (#095)

hist’ry of something

that represents yet dosen’t 

that's scripophily

#1816 (#094)

negaholism

runs throughout my veins, my brain

infected like this

#1815 (#093)

a day spent in futz

is never a day wasted

there is no last line

#1814 (#092)

a crisp cold morning

campfire, sizzling ruff-peck,

aroma awakens

#1813 (#091)

what? a merlion 

leaping, twisting and shining

oh my! alamak!