The Season of Expansion

I.The void, too, bubbles:Voidless static sunders us,swelling years yawn wide. II.Follow the linelessharmony as she builds up —bursts forth — a new seed. This morning, I reached the part of The Poem’s Heartbeat about syllable-count verse; Corn mentioned that haiku are generally supposed to be contextualized against the seasons. While I wrote haiku in my…

Skillbuilding in Verse #2: Second Hour of Waking

8 AM — a dullsky oozing through glass,storms forecast — a lullof stillness must pass, one more hollow hourbefore work should start —rushing to shower,to speak prayers (by heart memorized, rootedand constitutedof tisane and sounds) —while incense surroundsand each moment moveson a clock’s fine grooves. This morning, I decided to write a poem about the…