Afterlife
A fishing line is breaking
through my view, a thread
of other consciousness
dissecting its desire
through my impassiveness.
It’s strung as tight as life,
a tautological
conclusion unsupported
by nothing at its end.
~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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