The Mezunian

Spring scents, snow-white cat.

I don’t know how, but some suns ago I ran into this page full o’ haiku & made the mad mistake to try understanding it through Google Translate. The poetry I received touched me in places so touchy that I had to share them. Scaffale: 電信柱（なだらかな緑の山を） Google Translate: Telephone pole (a gentle green mountain) A […]

Apple on a peanut butter— fall winters.

Still winter… it don’t taste so bad— burnt popcorn.

On the bus: Laughter— Disturbed songs while reading chick lit.

I hate food. I hate its muddy aftertaste that prods @ my attention hours afterward, & I hate my bitchy belly folding into itself for it. Food is needy & ne’er satisfied: it demands to be heated @ a precise length o’ time —not too short, not too long— but cools much too quickly. Fuck […]

Un día kamino por la kalle. Fue una mentira– Nunka kamino por la kaye. ¿Ké tipo de persona loka kamina en el sentro de la kalle? En realidad, kamino por la asera, pero prefiero desir ke kamino por la kalle, porke me siento más jugoso, y me gusta jugoso. Bueno, mientras estoy kaminando por la […]

Dawn, rare snow—shivering, I seesquirrels outside.

Elm, Elm, Elm, leaves are gone ¿so soon? Hardly seen them. Withered, crumpled, blackened… ¿But why these words? ¿Would we e’er call them towering, plain, eye-seeringly sickly green in the o’erbearing summer? Slowly… I scoop them in my icy-dried granite hands— But race, the thoughts— I must, I can’t… There’s nowhere to preserve them from […]

Accompanying music. Winter firs—in the gray distancesnug green clumps.