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Haiku Facétieux

March 28, 2020

I, poetaster,
guarantee waggish intent;
facetious, ne’er glib

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a love letter to nobody in particular– (Read: ‘Vous m’avez brisé le coeur, le bijou de ma vie.’)

July 29, 2015

maybe it’s the squiggle in your hips when you stretch and mew in my warm bed before you’ve actually woken …

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Haiku Haletant

June 14, 2015

wander with me dear
fingers laced in bated breath
burning with passion

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Haiku Délié

June 14, 2015

brass bell ensemble
brazen beauty swing stepping
dance with me darling

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Haiku Manquant

June 10, 2015

land of milk and honey
indian paintbrushed meadow
beautiful Utah

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Haiku Émeraude

June 9, 2015

the tin man is cold
we walk this yellow brick road
what do you search for

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Aside

Lions, Tigers, and Bears

June 3, 2013

walking alone [Brisk Bold Brash – oh my] roasting in a long sleeve flannel [Eggshell Knuckle – oh my] my …

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The Wolf Boy

June 2, 2013

Hello, how do you do? Have we met? My name’s Pandora. My name’s Schrödinger. My name’s Pavel, Einstein, Stalin and …

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ignite

April 16, 2013

An ostrich ate my heart out on a Sunday afternoon. A judge deemed that ostrich a martyr. Opening the iron …

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Poetrank /ˈpōəˈtrangk/

April 12, 2013

Father Time married Mother Nature this month, nearly eighty years ago. Before that, they were engaged for thirteen years. Five …

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halfway liking you, object stowaway.

April 8, 2013

A vase inhabited by a ghost that pinches you occasionally when you forget to water your plants. A mirror housing …

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Elsie Recktenwalt, my blogger

April 5, 2013

Don’t blog me, blogger. I’ll blog you til’ kingdom blog, blogger. It’s all about the blog, don’t you blog? What …

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Confused? See here:

the forty-two (about me):
I store my soul’s stories in a secret space underneath the stairs.

sanskrit (haiku):
The succinct and supple art of crafting feelings into morsels.

ratatouille (poetry): 
A poetaster’s delightful pursuit; facetious, zen, and bona fide.

onomatopoeia (non sequitur):
The greediest of words, an eight vowel-hoarding scoundrel.

pilot lights (first thoughts):
Smouldering creative pieces ready to rise anew and ignite into flame.

rumspringa (charged emotions):
Here I stow my fists, sighs, and tears about awfully big molehills.

être obligé (required reading):
For those who only have two shakes of a lamb’s tail to peruse my “art”.

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