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Monday Wordle 48 photo wordle-48-feb-16_zps78d922af.png
Each haiku begins with a phrase taken from A New Moon by Bruce H. Feingold.

~~ 1 ~~
towards a high plateau
her labor at this altitude
for the slightest breath
~~ 2 ~~
on a granite ledge
she attempts to justify
her reasons to jump
~~ 3 ~~
the darkest silence
broken by a single chime
of the druid’s bell
~~ 4 ~~
way-worn traveler
trundling down a twisting path
till it meets the sea
~~ 5 ~~
swirling in the dust
where a crevice meets the sky—
ecstatic dervish
~~ 6 ~~
the bright graffiti
plunging her into despair
this foggy morning
~~ 7 ~~
lying wide awake
she masticates dry saltines
for a comfort food
~~ 8 ~~
shoulder to shoulder
two old queers dressed in leather
shambling down the street
~~ 9 ~~
swallows skim the dusk
making no alliance with
bats or mosquitoes
~~ 10 ~~
the doves call louder
as though they have a vision
of impending doom
~~ 11 ~~
a green sea turtle
straddling a hole in the sand
where she lays her eggs
~~ 12 ~~
a final haiku
something more combustible
than the ones before

© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Grotesqueries: Take Two

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Each grotesquerie begins with a phrase purloined from One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, the Colombian novelist who died 17 April 2014.

~~ 1 ~~
Bottom of the pot—
why are the lobsters keening
about their karma?
~~ 2 ~~
Nights in the courtyard—
seven tattered people snore
underneath the limes.
~~ 3 ~~
The rear of the house—
are there any hollyhocks
wedded to the yard?
~~ 4 ~~
secrets of the moth
revealed in graphic detail—
the old druid sings
~~ 5 ~~
adobe houses
at the altitude of geese
Marc Chagall at work
~~ 6 ~~
faded velvet vest
not mine but the general’s
stained with soup and wine
~~ 7 ~~
tree in the courtyard
becoming alabaster
at the prophet’s word
~~ 8 ~~
where the gypsy girl
sews chaos to confusion
with a fraying thread
~~ 9 ~~
looking for the bag
to carry home a loaf of bread
and a pound of bones
~~ 10 ~~
fermented cane juice
served in blue plastic bottles—
champagne for the poor
~~ 11 ~~
Upset by the news
of the latest disaster,
she made friends of gnats.
~~ 12 ~~
When she could not sleep,
she would force herself to read
from Leviticus.

© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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