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To Flatten the Curve


To flatten the curve, don’t go anywhere—
Not the hills or the plains; get used to long hair.
Maybe you’ll tango, and maybe you won’t,
But when nighttime comes, don’t go out, just don’t.
Tell your young nephew: “I want to stay here;
It’s safer that way, you know it is, dear.
This won’t last forever, though now it seems black;
But here’s where we are, dear, there’s no turning back.
Let’s brush off our tears, child; now give me your hand—
We’ll pray that this Covid will flee from our land.”

 
 
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #278
 
More Writers’ Pantry #32 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

In This Sizzling Heat: A Haibun


In this sizzling heat we feel as though we’re descending into hell. The river has shrunk into a thin sliver thread. Our grapes are turning brown. They need water. I cannot tell you how eagerly we look for a cloud—one cloud!—to bear even a few drops of rain to the grapes. The neighbor boy flies his kite. It casts a shadow over the dying grapes. But I’ve had enough of watching for clouds that never come. I dig out our passports. “Come on,” I say to my beloved, “we’re going to Norway where it’s cool and it rains. Oh, wait! Americans aren’t welcome in Europe these days. What a clusterf*ck!”


I can’t remember
the last time I quenched my thirst
from a mountain stream.

 

Haibun © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #274
 
More Writers’ Pantry #28 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

Blackbird, O Blackbird


 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
at midnight in the garden,
who can see your wings?
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
even the water trembles
when you start to sing.
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
do you prefer the cypress
over the white rose?
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
how many songs overflow
from your handsome throat?
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
tell me what I need to know
to make your path mine.
 
~~ ~~ 6 ~~ ~~
 
Blackbird, O blackbird,
I search the chapel rooftop—
will I find you there?

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #178
 
More Poetry Pantry #419 at Poets United

Tell everyone


Tell everyone
how the whole
works better
than a part.
 
Concentrate
on the right hook
for your story
(keep it short,
keep it sharp)
and you’ll catch
what you wish,
 
not fish
but people
with an appetite
for truth—
they’ll spot it
on your hook
and take the bait.

 

Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #135
   
More Poetry Pantry #377 at Poets United

Look at the women


Look at the women
in their enormous jackets.
Some are writing
and some are drawing
on this crisp autumn morning.
They have stories to tell,
some short and some long,
in words or in charcoal.
You see them here
and elsewhere,
and think:
I will tell my story too.
Even if it falls flat,
it will be worth the effort.

 

Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #129
   
More Poetry Pantry #371 at Poets United 

Tales

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Graffiti on a house wall, Zacatecas, México
 


letters of graffiti telling twisted tales

 
Text © 2016 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Six-Word Saturday
 
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
 
More Sunday Scribblings 2: “Letters”

Branches

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Palo verde tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 

too long a story
to tell without a respite—
how the branches fell

 
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Journey

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Dawn, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


too long a story
to tell without a respite—
the migrant’s journey

 
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher