Haiku a Day #29

Streetlight, and a half
smoked cigarette glow the room alive
mingling our shadows


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Haiku a Day #28 (of 30)

Rustle of pages
turning, old fragrant paper
Story’s almost done

I Ching.jpg

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Haiku a Day #27

Pulling sweater’s string
bees and insects disappear
unraveling the world

Words Radiant Spleen, Image unknown

A rare news inspired haiku:  Insects Disappearing at Alarming Rate

Bye bye world, and good luck on those fantasies of Jeebus swooping down from outer space to save you from what’s coming. Radiant Spleen is a little more spleen than radiant today you might think, but not really. Things just are what they are.

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Haiku a Day #26

Gazing eye to eye
in mantra meditation
the whole universe


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Haiku a Day #25

I recall family
Christmas mornings, food, laughter
wind through iced branches

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Haiku a Day #24

Haiku a Day #24
Tired of haiku yet? The project is almost over, six more days to go. I suspect we’ll all be glad.
I have found it beneficial in writing and poetry to explore darkness, but one of the things I love about haiku is that it usually brings out my lightness and appreciation for beauty, and for beautiful moments. Sometimes in haiku there’s also the hidden melancholy or tragedy inside the beauty, but speaking to that is still elevating in the way it unites us in the complexity of the human experience.
Doing this every day, there was bound to be one of those days, and today is that day. During the course of this project, most days have yielded more than one Haiku, even though I’m only sharing one a day. Today I couldn’t find my warm and fuzzy no matter how hard I tried. So I warn you, don’t read on if you don’t like bummer material. I decided it would be interesting to just post today all six of this morning’s Haiku. Most of them are quite bad, as well. But sometimes that’s the process. Like falling out of Half-Moon balance pose in a yoga class, you just have to be present with what is happening that day, and keep on making your best effort without attachment to the results.
The very first haiku is about feeling creatively drained, and it just gets worse from there. A nod to Monty Python’s The Holy Grail and the film Amadeus. And an ugly old watercolor doodle that appropriately fits in with the rest of this crap. Surely you didn’t expect diamonds every day? Enjoy, friends!


Maggots in the meat
wine is corked, milk expired
well is running dry
Like guitar solos
mid-opera, or Mozart told
he’d too many notes
Rapists rule the day
fisting the halls of justice
SHE can’t stop screaming
Poison our water
murder hibernating bears
Nature’s Threnody
Bring out your dead, I
don’t want to go on the cart
I’ll go for a walk
Bloody Mary bar
swords of celery and bacon
weekend mutiny

–Words and image Radiant Spleen 2018, more spleen than radiance today

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Haiku a Day #23

Hot tea shimmers up
my spine, your morning eyes shine
across the table

Purple Girl

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