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ripe persimmons bowing three times with mother's memorial prayers

Wednesday, 26 October 2011

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squirreltail each thought overleaping in leafdance light

Saturday, 22 October 2011

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midnight unwinding a string of dreams...

Friday, 16 September 2011

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the open gate

the scent of flower constellations remembering twilight in a restless dawn

Thursday, 18 August 2011

one line more or less won't matter...

Wednesday, 17 August 2011

Monday, 15 August 2011


notes of autumn in the cello-dark dusk


Thursday, 11 August 2011

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stock market prediction asking a psychic for medical advice

Friday, 5 August 2011

a pitcher’s dirt-covered batting gloves: the national league

Thursday, 4 August 2011

Wednesday, 27 July 2011

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Tuesday, 12 July 2011

Forgetting

Forgetting my midnight poetry I hunt for glimpses in your faces

Monday, 11 July 2011

Saturday, 9 July 2011

Friday, 8 July 2011

[F sharp minor]



F sharp minor the rings of Saturn and my fridge

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(years ago a Danish composer, Per Nørgaard, who have also composed over I-Ching, Mahabharata and Gilgamesh, held a lecture over the Nasa recordings of various planet made by Voyager)
under the beat the bass player breathes

Sunday, 3 July 2011

Thursday, 30 June 2011

Sunday, 26 June 2011

Thursday, 23 June 2011

soup kitchen former people form a line

[modern haiku 42.2]

Wednesday, 22 June 2011

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Wednesday, 15 June 2011

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Tuesday, 31 May 2011

Friday, 27 May 2011

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

.

Pharmakós the name you scratch inside

A nod to the senior military officer who wrote a poem after he witnessed the 911 Pentagon attack. His poem is now part of the big poetry and art project led by Bob Holman and Jeff Koons.
memory of starlight wink of a one-eyed dog as it sneezes

Monday, 23 May 2011

Saturday, 21 May 2011

Friday, 20 May 2011

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

Melissa, I thought this might play along:


hindsight the impossible maths of crowd dispersion

Wednesday, 11 May 2011

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Monday, 9 May 2011

dusk thickens the blackbird's song...
my clumsiness with chopsticks the egret's feast

Monday, 2 May 2011

Johnannes, your monostich reminds me I did something similar for NaPoWriMo:

field of dreams an unborn child's color isn't rapeseed 

(moons of Jupiter)

the moons of Jupiter this is a life I didn't know existed

Nightmares

nocturnal thing a nightmare until it dawns on you

frantically ironing the creases in my chances

infinity a farmer in a future rapes field

Sunday, 1 May 2011

Bayou

Paper boat on the mountain bayou soon maybe ocean cruiser

quicksilver

 kwkslvr  my need for the next biblical cubit  

(one to get started)

wading through a forest of stamens towards the holy grail a bee

monostich

the crease of the horizon, a permanent press

(the words)

wolves howling no obstacle to finding the words

monostich

falling sideways the street and the empty and the lamp lights

Welcome

May 1, 2011

This blog is entended as a place to show and develop the so-called monostich haiku or the 1-line haiku. Many Western poets writing haiku, senryu and related short form poetry writes monostichs from time to time. The 1-line haiku often arises from a reluctance to break up an image in 3 lines - a desire to compact the haiku further. Sometimes it is used to cut away what is not needed in the poem – a discipline most short-form poets use more or less consciously in their daily practice or they take it on in an effort to make their language even more precise. But there can be all sorts of reasons for why a poet chooses the monostich form.

Haiku as such is generally written in one line in its native Japanese form. But the life of haiku in the West - where it is usually written in 3 lines – has made it undergo various re-interpretations mainly due to the differences in Western and Japanese culture.

True, many Western poets have written minimalistic poetry of various kinds through the ages, but the aim for this blog is to show forth monostichs written by poets rooted in haiku and related forms.

The monostich can present itself as extremely condensed. It is apparently fast read, but it can be intriguingly complex despite its shortness, “lack of words” and is easily overlooked. They can linger on in your mind as very complex images with the same magnetism as the childhood pictures-within-pictures.

The monostich thrive in the underwood of the haiku forest. The purpose for this blog is to provide an extra place for the monostich to grow and hopefully show forth its worth and special character.

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