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winter afternoon—
a rich layer of new snow
blanketing the earth
 
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In weary silence
she gazes into the flames,
seeking an omen.
 
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nothing fancier
than her cream-colored straw hat
with its pink ribbon
 
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A wooden clothespin—
she touches it to her tongue
and then to her palms.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Over her shoulder
she tosses a tangerine,
hoping for good luck.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Spiteful old women
hurl curses at their husbands
for small transgressions.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Through a small window
she sees the plural of goose
landing on the pond.
 
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A life for herself—
no more peeling potatoes,
she thinks with a sigh.

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Fire

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Beavertail Cactus (Opuntia basilaris) in bloom, April 2015, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


fire on the mountain—
perhaps a holy presence
making itself known
 
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mountain fire
holy the presence
burning bright
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
among the flames
holiness
burning

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Whirling with ‘The Roosevelts’

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Each vignette begins with a phrase culled from Episode 5 of “The Roosevelts,” a PBS production by Ken Burns.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
in the evening light
their faces suffused with joy
from the vin rosé
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
along the main street
one with no identity
stumbling block by block
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
ramshackle houses—
brittle sticks and broken glass
swaying in the wind
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
spread out on the floor
cold ashes from the fireplace—
wise ones heed the signs
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Along the back roads
she hopes to pick a posy
for the one she loves.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
no longer willing
to set aside discernment—
the terrified monk
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
in its suffering
the nation offering youth
to the flames of war
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
a soft leather glove
filled with a hand without fear—
scarecrow in the corn
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
chalk on a boxcar
denoting lot of tractors
bound for South Sudan
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
preachers and teachers
selfless servants of the race
still they go astray
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
To finish the job
they polarize the nation
into warring camps.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
Immortal Dante,
how you love to guide us still
through the inferno.

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Boundless

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Ceramic tile chile (official New Mexico spelling!), Roxaboxen Park, Yuma, Arizona
 


boundless harvest—
baskets brim with chiles
flames devour tongues

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Still Life

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This week’s words: flames, yearn, immeasurable, safe, inky, bend, waking, still, erode, clay, sheet, pebble
 
The first line of each haiku or senryu below is taken from Shu Ting‘s poem “The Singing Flower,” translated from the Chinese by Carolyn Kizer.
 


I return to you
at dawn when you are waking—
still your door is locked.
 
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Pounding at your door,
immeasurable horror
still clutches my heart.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Sit in the darkness—
as you brush the blue clay bowl,
bid your heart be still.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
On a speeding train
hurtling through the inky night—
be still, my wild heart.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Permit me to dream
of the things I still care about—
flames in the plum tree.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
My little basket
still holds a pebble and plum—
the plum is for you.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Your singing flower
cannot make me yearn for you—
still I will listen.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Come in the morning
when I am still ripe with sleep—
bend me to your lips.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
I reserve the right
to keep myself safe from you—
are you still amazed?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
in the barley fields
harvesters still swinging scythes—
a sheet of lightning
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
My poems travel
in orbits that erode words—
still, they can be read.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Guided by flowers,
I am still finding my way
fragrance by fragrance.

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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