The Mezunian

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.

St. Martin After Irma: The Beaches Are Dazzling but There’s Work to Do The beaches ~ dazzling, but there is work to do.

On the road home from groceries, our poet encountered a sunrise… Occhio per occhio rende tutto il mondo cieco No photos 🙁 ~ camera hibernates deep in spring. Tramonto in marzo… il tempo sicuramente vola Spring sunset ~ its sexiness is always ending. Suonare sullo sfondo Mountains whose orange is a bit grayer in the […]

Now here we have our March in all its slimy splendor, when celedon sky’s tears rust tree debris runny red, when the sky’s iron fist conducts all greenry to reach out every tentacle claw o’er all, & rise, the leaves, the weeds, the vines & ivy, the brambles & inedible berries — when nature’s fetid […]

Death is in the air this rainy March, but the march must keep marching, & e’er mo’ verses must be added to the death death devil devil devil evil evil songs so long as there are balloons left unpopped. We can thank Mozilla’s new Pocket integration that pops up every time I open a new […]