The New Prophecy (part one)
In the shadow of the roofline
each blade of grass falls victim to
psychological suggestion.
Look out Santa Monica!
The red grasshoppers nibble at
Leonardo DiCaprio.
Anarchy! Waiter bring
the check! My soup is underneath
a woodland of waves and virtual
comedians who deconstruct
reality for a song and dance.
The patron purchases a trance.
~Son Rivers 2005
ON INTO WINTER
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I had thought to end the autumn season with Kigin’s “shape of the wind”
hokku, but a reader in Japan then sent me a new verse that seemed quite
appropriate...
1 week ago

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