These prairie hills trace my thoughts: soft contours, rural nerves, wheat-bristle folds of grey matter. This is a snow covered field and this is the past—dusted, waiting for spring melt to shoot skyward. Every time I pass this way I smell harvest and burning palettes. Wet earth. Every time I pass this way I see […]
When night came with its sharp teeth clenched and quiet, it waited for the slow curl of chimney breath to float, white and heavy, up to the amber sky. this is not a home it muttered to a workman’s light flickering through slits in a ragged orange tarp. not yet. Rustling plastic smothered hollow concrete […]
Back break legs strained shut the car door this is it / the last load the last box wedged between potted plants and black metal cd racks / close the screen door lock the patio turn out the lights / keys in the ignition storm clouds roll / the short drive to a new home […]
of days. cloud skitterover blasted ground sheep’s head turningwithout its scorn pole. a flat articulation contact. the sun’sconstant. pressure slippingfrom sleepless hills. ~ Patrick M. Pilarski Patrick M. Pilarski is the co-editor of DailyHaiku, an international journal of contemporary English-language haiku. His first full collection, Huge Blue, will be released in Sept. 2009 by Leaf […]
you barely see it.hook beak. itself cooled magma. patient as a watchtower,in silhouette. its eyes. translatedwith knucklebones the blazing sun. ~ Patrick M. Pilarski Patrick M. Pilarski is the co-editor of DailyHaiku, an international journal of contemporary English-language haiku. His first full collection, Huge Blue, will be released in Sept. 2009 by Leaf Press, and […]
