Thomas Wiloch Haiku 1994
December 14, 2018 § Leave a comment
glass bird
tips
the finger path
(imaginary predator)
Thomas Wiloch Haiku 1994
December 13, 2018 § Leave a comment
realm
of
engraved light
(furtive liturgy)
Thomas Wiloch Haiku 1994
December 10, 2018 § Leave a comment
pretty
kaleidoscope
poison
(bits of face)
Marlene Mountain Haiku 1994
December 9, 2018 § Leave a comment
well there goes the year of the woman whatever that meant
are you or have you ever been
money belt but heck no money and too much waist
neglected the birds neglected
the haiku spirit snarls through his narrow-minded lips
his dead-beat dad now dead
none of the horses in the western poops
spring’s cum
are you who you eat
it didn’t mean anything he says about the other woman
can’t we all just get along can’t we all just write our own
she speaks of her pain all of the windows up
Thomas Wiloch Haiku 1994
December 8, 2018 § Leave a comment
sermon
of the
empty rose
(forgotten aesthetics)
Thomas Wiloch Haiku 1994
December 7, 2018 § Leave a comment
messiahs
probe
the cypher
(tense substructure)
