(Hour 15) 12.30pm-13.30pm. PROMPT, theme: “heart (no metaphors)”

AMI 2,775,398,465 2,775,398,466 2,775,398,467 2,775,398,468 2,775,398,469 it was on the two billion seventy hundred and seventy five million three hundred and ninety eight thousand four hundred and sixty ninth beat that the final piece of fatty material (possibly from yesterday’s cheeseburger & chips or the…

I come from people who believed God speaks in dreams and visions, who went to a land God showed them   and died there or left . . . We left. I left. (And, yes, there is more to that story.)   What do you…

Lame haibun attempt

In the stillness of winter, when all is cold and grey, Juni yearns for the summer warmth of Min. Their lives are now located at opposite ends of the world and meeting each other almost seems impossible. Winter, dark and grey Summer, spring and autumn…

#15 – Drumbeats (The heart, non-metaphor)

Our left hands clasped in firm embrace      chowilawu, whites use the right to show disarmament      we use the left because it is closest to the heart Our right hands went to the heart within our chests      this is your…

The Nutseller

Igor Sweeney looked you square in the Adam’s Apple if you were one of his underlings. But when he was ready to sell, he could make Wilt Chamberlain feel like a shrimp. For seven months and one day, I observed Sweeney – Iggstoke to his…

August 13, 2016

ninety degrees doldrums dis-activity denial disinterest December will be warm enough no matter how cold it goes this august meltdown would be better if it was slathered with chocolate mint chip        

Foreign Bodies

Foreign Bodies   I heard somewhere – on CBC*, I think – that pacemakers are computerized. A woman said that some hacker could kill her with a click clack of buttons. My therapist had his replaced 5 times because the doors at the drug store…

9pm

Frazzled, harried thoughts, Shoulders tensed to spring, Thoughts trapped in the surface of the mind Whirling, blocking peace Mind facing forward So that the present holds no rest. Until finally, at days end, We gratefully collapse and our minds finally relax.

Little Heart

The tiny beating chambers of a tiny baby heart all perfectly harmonic in rhythmic, living art.  

Ryasna – Belarus

Ryasna – Belarus Frannie Z   Those killed by pogroms and Nazis. fill mass graves. Chernobyl just downwind killed more.   The town makes electrical and medical parts and looks through buildings like eyeless hollows.   Too much to imagine wooden houses with blue shutters,…