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Insectoid Serendos sequence – weird laburnum

Insectoid Serendos sequence

Pliny’s Idea
the spells and charms
of bees in lust

don’t we all have
some rights?

Christmas moon
the sheen rolling off a football
close to enemy trenches

the sun crawls
to a stop

frying an egg
off the car hood…
forgetting pollen

Brief Encounter
it’s still illegal to kiss
other lifeforms

Martian townships
how do we start to make
new prejudices

a weaving sky
into synonyms

Alan Summers

Source: Insectoid Serendos sequence – weird laburnum

Matsui Chiyokichi | Entry No. 1


The snow accumulates
Secrets like noh masks
Quietly kept in the heart


The snow piles up
Secrets kept
Silent as noh masks


Snow accumulates
Secrets noh-mask-silent
Held in the heart

–Yasui Emiko

Matsui Chiyokichi | Entry No. 1.

(whatever you dream) | Red Dragonfly

(whatever you dream) | Red Dragonfly.



A DAY IN THE CITY OF LAKES by OCTAVIO PAZ [modern haiku 36.1] ~ El Dia en Udaipur translated by Chris Gordon / antantantantant



The white palace

white on the black lake

lingam and yoni


As the goddess does the god

night has encircled me


The cool veranda

You are boundless, boundless

but surveyable


The stars they’re inhuman

This hour though is ours


Falling I rise

Burning I grow wet

Do you have only one body?


Birds skimming the water

Dawn comes to my eyelids


Filled with thoughts

immense as death itself

the marble looms over you


Palaces run aground

their whiteness is adrift


Women and children

roam through the street

fruit scattered about


Flashy rags or lightening?

A procession on the plain


Cold and jingling

on their wrists and ankles

bands of silver


In a rented suit a guy

goes to his wedding


Clean and draped to dry

among the stones clothes

you watch in silence


On the island monkeys

with red asses are screaming


Sun dim in the heat

Hanging from the wall

a wasp’s nest


My face is also the sun

of blackened thoughts


Flies and blood

fill the courtyard of Kali

A young goat flits about


Eating from the same plate

gods and men and beasts


Over the pale god

the black goddess

dances headless


Heat and the hour splits open

These rotting mangoes


Your face a lake

smooth, without thoughts

Out splashes a trout


Afternoon’s gone

Lights kindle over the water


A rippling in

the golden plain and a grotto

Your clothes nearby


Over your body in the shade

I am like a lamp


A scale made of

living bodies bound together

over the void


The water sustains us

The sky overwhelms us


I open my eyes

How many trees were born

just last night


What I’ve seen and wanted to say

the white sun blots out



El Dia en Udaipur translated by Chris Gordon
antantantantant’s blog

clear skies: a haiku sequence by Taro Kunugi and Donna Fleischer

clear skies . . .
did days of Spring rain really
silence the birds? 

the spring rain let up
a cuckoo has started crying
into the dusk

Donna Fleischer and Taro Kunugi
May 21, 2011