So far this spring, I have been pretty much alone in the circle of North American internet media producers in not mentioning the weather even once that I remember. But we have been having some weather here– not as much … Continue reading
To the Japanese maple in the backyard, whose leaves are among my favorite symbols for various concepts: Not-a-haiku* Japanese maple, waiting time of year when last year’s leaves are almost finished and this year’s leaves haven’t happened. (*I have a … Continue reading
It’s a drawing of the day! It’s a poem! It’s a bit of fun– slightly Poe-ish, but more in the direction of Kekionga based doggerel than that of serious Gothicness. I wonder what happens when a sphinx librarian meets a … Continue reading
(After, write notebook Steak and Shake. It not Hulk-ku. Not everything make good Hulk-ku.) Much traffic. Hulk stuck on Bishop Ford. Plenty time write poem. Not much to say. Later, Indiana. Hulk eat fries. (This poem, Hulk make local reference. … Continue reading
The yetis of winter will soon be footstools on the bottom shelf, among the roses and Mason jars of spring.
The Buddha waits on red bricks/ his companion: a brave dandelion.
Hulk been waiting/ to share poem/ only good this one day. When Hulk write poem, write last line first. On Hulk blog, it begin to snow. (Pretty fancy sentence structure there, Hulk.)
Stakes: bamboo Coffee can; could use brick. I found this poem in my pocket. At least it seems like a poem. The doodles could be illustrations, or maybe they aren’t. I used a brick.
Rain tomorrow; Hulk do laundry today. Find Hulk ku poem while wash towel. Hulk put all towel in wash same time. Bathroom now shiny, bright, noisy.
(The Incredible Hulk is in my kitchen, making caramelized onions and writing poetry.) Hulk magic skillet: Onions disappear, make brown taste delicious. Hulk learn new word today: umami.