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The Secret Life of Things

     The Secret Life of Things For the space of a foot, The firefly’s light goes out: Loneliness.           ~ Hokushi The firefly floats along in darkness, light, Dark, light.  The floating is revealed alone By flashing, though the blinking is so slight That only...

Tears of Melancholic Glee

Tears of Melancholic Glee The lost child crying, Crying, crying. Even so . . . Catching the fireflies.   ~ Ryusui The twilight darkens like a threat.  The boy Wipes eyes and suddenly he sees a flash Which floats across the air.  It’s like a toy That he has dreamed of,...

What Comes After Every Beauty

  What Comes After Every Beauty How easily it Glows.  How easily it goes Out, the firefly’s green. ~ Chine-jo The green is very faint but still is green. The flash is very brief but still a glint. Then after every blink comes dark, between The promise and the living,...

 Calmest Sex Electrified

     Calmest Sex Electrified The firefly Gives light To its pursuer. ~ Ōemaru Enlightenment it might be, no, not Satori.  Certainly this winging bug Is only looking coolly for a hot Encounter with a lady fly, to hug Her briefly, hunchingly, and put slick life Inside...

Silent Explosions, Please

          Silent Explosions, Please The firefly Gives light To its pursuer. ~ Ōemaru The firefly gives gleams, Green light to its pursuer. Green again, again. ~ A haiku by Ōemaru westernized by Phillip Whidden Its green is life, permission, yes, and go. The green is...

The War Poet

        The War Poet “a rich nature … fighting eagerly towards the truth.”   “I have a rendezvous with death                   At some disputed barricade” ~ Alan Seeger Alan Seeger  Not all war poets are the same as Brooke. Not all are like a cabinet display Of...