Monthly Archives: August 2016

A Feckless, Freckled Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

      Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:       To illuminate is better than to merely shine. Teach thinking, not thoughts.   ( If St. Thomas Aquinas wrote a haiku … )       —   … Continue reading

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A Sunny and Summer-y Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

        Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:       I’m down on my knees. Tell me what I want to hear: How … do … I … get … up?   —     At the … Continue reading

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A Semi-Final Heat on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

      Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:       tanka haiku: In Nineteen Eighteen, World War One was still raging, King Tut, still unknown, Band-aids, Penicillin and ‘Radio’, all yet to come. (Putting my mom’s birthday in … Continue reading

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A Ubiquitous Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

      Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:       In the morning light, a sailboat on the Hudson, moves as in a dream.     —       Fridays after work, She’d really let her hair … Continue reading

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