Chaos
A trawler waits in harbor.
Its gillnet is entwined
haphazardly while waiting
to make the passage to sea,
where fishing crews will lower
that illusive weight
below the surface shadows—
to capture something formless
between its open spaces.
~Son Rivers 2006
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...
3 weeks ago
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