A near perfect haiku came from my love by text earlier this eve.
Im making my moms
moms cake for dessert , it
is called “my cake”
I get pissy about 5-7-5 for haiku in English. Wordy. Haiku’s genre for us not form, moment of unanticipated in-seeing. Count your blesses! not your sylls!
Also the search has been on since at least Kerouac for authentic American haiku. Now and then one’s found, and this looks to me like one.
Serendipitous also, her rune tanka, 5-7-5-7-7, pigments made of ochres from the whole planet. No fool I haven’t counted the sylls. It’s a five-realm rainbow.
H. painted it in quick accord with these runes in the OE poem “His Message.” The which no one knows how for sure to read
Have a trans. of it coming out soon in Asymptote, will post a link of it when up.
the art of compost 