Awake
But once awake, your dream
becomes some beach ball maybe
something frisbee free,
a dream that knows it’s dreaming
circle alphabets
the coloring of roses,
heart of hearts, the word
aware it’s poetry
alive before revision.
~Son Rivers 2006
A THOUSAND HILLS
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Masaoka Shiki — the fellow who attempted to “reform” hokku into what he
called “haiku” near the beginning of the 20th century — wrote a lot of bad
verses, ...
3 days ago
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