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Rusty can, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


warm rain
the spring moon returns
to the rusty can


curling into a ball
the size of a kitten

 
*Opening gambit © by Yu Chang
 
Final two lines and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Whirling with Alberto

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Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase taken from “The Lime Orchard Woman” by Alberto Álvaro Ríos .


 
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traveling circus—
the man with the kewpie dolls
pushes pins in one
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
At the silliness
of the clown with the red ball
old men are weeping.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
as if by small bones
she could keep the scorpion
from attacking her
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
the way she begins
to bite into her heartbreak
as a ripened plum
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
At the silliness
of an ear that tries to sing,
she begins to laugh.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
She sits and watches
as the blind man stumbles home,
his white cane broken.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
People look at her
as though the witches spawned her
late one Friday night.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
One centimeter
away from resurrection
it all falls apart.
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
the edge of a wall
where an old man stands alone
watching plums ripen
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
leading to his house
a trail of broken timbers
branded with hex signs
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
mountains that open
as though spells from long ago
were being broken
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
the moment to breathe
the moment she has hunted
among the house wrens

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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In the Soul’s Pasture

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in the soul’s pasture
three dappled horses grazing
on errant starfire
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
in the soul’s pasture
a signal from the horses
that smoke will follow
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
a rose of hope is blooming,
nourished by God’s grace.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
in the soul’s pasture
a plant of boundless mercy—
food for hungry ones
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
the dismal and forsaken
find themselves again.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
tiny, meandering streams
quench the pilgrim’s thirst.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
bombs and bullets melt away—
plowshares take their place.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
in the soul’s pasture
a spot where tumbleweeds thrive
threatening to spread
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
a ball of mud is lying
mid the sweet grasses.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture,
although some locks are rusted,
others turn with ease.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
three pilgrims thrust and parry
with their wooden swords.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture,
somewhere near the edge of time,
pipers play a dirge.

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Another Whirl with Basho

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Each haiku or senryu begins with a phrase culled from Basho: The Complete Haiku.
 


 
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upstream and downstream
the dismal washerwomen
beating clothes on stones
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
the tide’s salty crests
signal an end to summer
and my discontent
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
whose old singing voice
moves into the empty spot
where the oak once stood
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
those who like to drink
rose-petal tea at twilight
sipping at their prayers
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
gotten by praying
to the goddess of bullets
an untimely death
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
from an unknown tree
at the edge of the forest
the cry of water
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
even coming twice
the horses seeking sugar
do not get enough
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
a bamboo thicket
where no other plant can thrive
rictus of the moon
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
without rain or snow
the empty meandering
of mountain streambeds
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
year-end housecleaning
even the locks on my doors
deserve to be brushed
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
the cicada’s voice
curls into a tiny ball
just before sunrise
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
from all directions
my foes thrust their spears at me
shafts of pampas grass

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Whirling with Richard Wright

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The first line of each haiku or senryu is taken from Haiku: This Other World by Richard Wright.
 
This week’s whirling words are: wayward, falling, frenzy, attack, sublime, strange, settle, rough, channel, ball, robust, life

 
 


An empty seashore—
not even wayward children
picking up stray shells.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Droning autumn rain,
falling since seven a.m.—
will it never cease?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Faint sounds of a flute—
a frenzy of emotions
rising within me.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
A white butterfly
positioning for attack—
sunflower shudders.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Is it possible
for sublime conversations
to spawn violence?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
In an April fog
three strange women are walking—
one begins to chant.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
The first day of spring,
wind roaring down from the north—
where will it settle?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Just enough of moon
to smooth off the rough edges
of one splintered bone.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Which is more distant?
The channel through the mountains
or the ocean strand?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
The scarecrow shudders
as a ball of mud hurtles
toward his straw-filled cheeks.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Pen me a letter,
robust, rich, and bristling with
Anglo-Saxon words.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Walking home alone,
the life I lived unraveled
strand by strand by strand.

 
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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