f/k/a archives . . . real opinions & real haiku

August 22, 2004

waning on my parade

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 12:15 pm






from Presents of Mind, haiku and illustrations by Jim Kacian

(Katsura/Red Moon Press, 1996).



 

      clear here

but haze to the east

   haze to the west

 

 





      heat lightning

a silent snake strikes

  the meadow mouse

 

 moonless night

the dark path lit

 by glowworms

 






out my window

the cabbie honking

geese, too                     




  [Aug. 22, 2004]

one-breath pundit  





Join the Sudan Day of Conscience, August 25th    (see why it’s important)  don't forget tack neg

waning on my parade

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 12:15 pm






from Presents of Mind, haiku and illustrations by Jim Kacian

(Katsura/Red Moon Press, 1996).



 

      clear here

but haze to the east

   haze to the west

 

 





      heat lightning

a silent snake strikes

  the meadow mouse

 

 moonless night

the dark path lit

 by glowworms

 






out my window

the cabbie honking

geese, too                     




  [Aug. 22, 2004]

one-breath pundit  





Join the Sudan Day of Conscience, August 25th    (see why it’s important)  don't forget tack neg

Referer Madness

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 12:48 am













arrow circle

 

nobody on the street

stray dog stops to bite

its wagging tail



of George Swede (Brooks Books, 2000) 






 

ooh neg  No, I haven’t been chasing my own tail or smoking wacky tabaccy.  But,

I have been feeling slightly out of control ever since I discovered this weblog’s

Referers Page a couple weeks ago.  I keep going back to it and clicking to see

the [purported] sources of page hits or visitors to f/k/a . ., especially, when the

referer URL is a search engine.

 

Sure, I could chalk this up to playful curiosity, or the haiku-lover’s penchant

for surprise and juxtaposition.  But, it feels obsessive — as if it is taking up

far too many of each days scarce minutes.

 

It’s not as if I’m alone in this practice:  [click here for the rest of this story]


 













smoking a pipe
by lantern light…
spring breeze

 


translated by David G. Lanoue   


 

                           ooh flip

 

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