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SO
ME
PO
EMS

In Balconies

from

many

floors

down

the

 

scent

of

the

earth

 

lifting

many

floors

up

 

the

rain

Plumwood Mountain: An Australian Journal of Ecopoetry and Ecopoetics 7.2 “Writing in the Pause”, ed. Jonathan Skinner

down

a

 

path

made

 

by

water

paw

 

hoof

foot

Bones 20, ed. Johannes S. H. Bjerg

NOON: journal of the short poem 19
ed. Philip Rowland

Spheres of Heaven

                         stratos-

                         phere

 

                         treeline


 

                         tropos-


Asu just has to ask about every Hemshin local we meet for a bear anecdote. And a man comes down from the cloud up on the Sal Plateau. From one of its tin-roofed houses. And he tells us he’d rather meet his demise by being mauled by the wild. Better that than being run down by some absentminded driver.

the hills go    dark with    passing cloud

       with the dark    passing     the dark of passing     cloud

Modern Haiku 53.3
ed. Paul Miller
 
Later included in the anthology Haiku 2023 (Modern Haiku Press),
ed. Lee Gurga & Scott Miller

jungle

burning

bright

my

fear

ful

sym

metry

 

in the Eden of gardening

 

even the allegories

grow leaves

Sonic Boom 17, ed. Shloka Shankar et al.

 

Later included in Haiku 2021 (Modern Haiku Press, 2021)

eds. Scott Metz and Lee Gurga;

 

& in where the roots are: Best of Paper Lanterns Anthology vol. II, (Yuvanika Press, 2021)

ed. Shloka Shankar

On Wavelets

the bl     ue     thic    ken     ed b

    y jus    t ho     w fa    r di    ppe    d i

 

       nto t    he de    ep &     thi     nned

by j     ust h     ow f     ar d     ippe    d in

 

                to th    e li     gh    t

NOON: journal of the short poem 14

ed. Philip Rowland

a rock

waits

 

till no

longer

 

left for

dead

Bones 19, ed. Johannes S. H. Bjerg

all of a leaf falls

is/let Sept. 7, 2019

ed. Scott Metz

The Gone Missing

 

 

 

It happens all the time. I point. Then say, I am going up towards there. And less determined than bewitched, I go at once. And without the proper footwear. And without telling anyone. Other than the ones who would come, ones who would never think to call me back.

 

 

 

 

the act in its cataract self

 

Five cinepoetry film adaptations of this poem by five different directors were selected for screening at the Haibun Film Festival component of the 2023 Haiku North America conference in Cincinnati. All five films along with judges and directors' comments can be found at Dave Bonta's Moving Poems site.

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