The Mezunian

I oft make blog rounds in search for things to write ‘bout & decided to check on Lord Keynes’s continuing brain rot into what could only be called “reactionary liberalism” — moderate liberal economics matched with backward social politics. I guess this was popular in the 50s, when many European countries had that postwar boom […]

Ice Box Rock ’Bout fucking time. I don’t remember if I mentioned anything ’bout this level last November or December, since those months ne’er happened in 2017, & I’d like to keep it that way; but I’ve been working on this level since a’least November, with the hope that I’d finish it round January. I […]

So shriveled, so faded, the sick sliver o’ a crescent. All the adults present pass, minds & eyes straight on the streets ’head. ¿& why shouldn’t they be? ¿What have they up there to see that they haven’t seen already? But I keep staring up @ you, as if ’twere still the 1st time, e’en […]

Morning showers too cold for any spring to warm.

Gray weekend ~ nothing but spoons o’ peanut butter.

¡I e’en forgot the music last sunset! March 30, 2018, on the road home from groceries, our poet encounters ‘nother sunrise… April drops ~ already I feel the ocean horizon. April drops ~ their sheer weight leaves speckled shadows. ¡Yes, photos! tonight the camera joins the party.

Day o’ new hatching ~ on this year, it is a prank.

Note: If one were to ask me my favorite character in Lord of the Rings, ’twould have to be the place o’ Morder in all its beautifully-described ugliness. The scent of petrol & warm rain ~ Middle March.

Note: as usual, there was a delay ’tween the publication o’ this haiku & its inspiring event ( the time @ which I, unfortunately ’gain, forgot to bring my camera ) — hence the dissonance ’tween “middle march” & this publication date. Also, I know Eriador is low lands — ’twas the least inaccurate comparison […]

Accompanying music Still-young spring ~ a foreign bus stop, ants return.