Let's Go

One of my summer projects is about to be completed, that of preparing and formatting for Kindle publication Bill Shively’s book of poems, s/he said, which drops in August, so watch for it.  Wise and entertaining writing that I guarantee you will enjoy.  Pretty, too. Like summer.  Like all the pretty sisters, Asian, Mexican, black and white and tan who have been catching my eye this summer---the pretty sisters and the cousins and mothers and brothers and dads, too.  Speaking of which, Melissa has updated her pretty photography blog.  And, the Dixie Chile Ranch has bell peppers!  Some of the prettiest you will ever see.  Here's a little something, a little sequence for the weekend:

YEAH IT HAPPENED AT RON’S

Later on that night.


IT WAS KIND OF LIKE

One of those things where
I'm like
What?


SHE CALLED ME AT WORK

I said hey I'm at work.
She said I'll call you later.


OH, SPEAKING OF EUCLID

If two numbers
Be prime to one another
Their sum is also
Prime to each.

 

With the Drought in the Back of My Mind

The form of this post is unintentionally similar to that of haibun, “brief prose pieces ending in one or two poems,” which I learned about from The Heart of Haiku, the Kindle Single by Jane Hirshfield, a long essay about Matsuo Bashō with righteous and plenteous examples of his haibun and haiku.  (I’m not a practitioner of either, but I enjoy reading them.) 

This morning I was the first at the bus stop, dawn just underway.  I waited and watched and listened to the rats running and squeaking through the shrubbery, and also the burly brown garbage trunk grunting and beeping and backing out an alleyway. I thought,“That’s why we have yesterdays.” And, to close, somewhat (five short poems instead of one or two) accidentally in haibun style: 

I TRIED

They just.

THE MAIN

 

The main.

Like, uh.

SHEILA

For sure.

Sheila.

AND WHAT SORT OF

How.

Yeah, no.

No.

Yeah. 

I SAID I WONDER IF

Maybe I’m.

Maybe I’m.

I KNOW 

I know.

I know.