These poems originally appeared in Otata #40 in April of 2019. I am reprinting them here with the proper lineation. Except for the last poem, they are all hay(na)ku, a form I’ve been writing in since 2004.
peace can survive
anything even
paper
you
again every
reflection so tiring
Counting the chairs
you notice:
prime.
Then you notice
that you
noticed.
And then you
notice you
counted.
hard to believe
this lonely
sun
doesn’t know where
to sleep
throwing
its left arm
around the
sky
who you are
accident and
craft
the only dispute
which came
first
go on keep at it
till everything fits
into two rooms or
stand out in the hall and look in
and refuse to go in
either room