The tenth installment of Jim Kacian’s Haiku Primer 
is now available, here. Last month Jim discussed haiku’s Related Forms;
this month he explores the Performance of haiku. This chapter is brief,
giving you a chance for review and for finally starting to write haiku.
To read all installments to date, click here.
the last words of the poem with the ink run dry
one-breath pundit
masking two sexy [um, gendery] insurance tales.
Flesh & Spirit Weak: If you come here often, you know how often
your Editor has promised himself and his public to do more poetry
and less punditry, to maintain health and sanity. Well, to no one’s
surprise, this year’s Resolution never made it past Jan. 1st. Check
The tenth installment of Jim Kacian’s Haiku Primer
is now available, here. Last month Jim discussed haiku’s Related Forms;
this month he explores the Performance of haiku. This chapter is brief,
giving you a chance for review and for finally starting to write haiku.
To read all installments to date, click here.
the last words of the poem with the ink run dry
one-breath pundit
masking two sexy [um, gendery] insurance tales.
Flesh & Spirit Weak: If you come here often, you know how often
your Editor has promised himself and his public to do more poetry
and less punditry, to maintain health and sanity. Well, to no one’s
surprise, this year’s Resolution never made it past Jan. 1st. Check
snowy day
she paints the poppies
a deeper red
midday sun
the silence of swimming
under water
“midday sun” - from A Piece of Egg Shell (Magpie Haiku Press, 2004)
new year
same old
back [Jan. 3, 2005]
one-breath pundit
For some reason that escapes me, Evan Schaeffer – who is busy enough, it seems – 
has taken it upon himself to dissect Judge Posner’s (purported) definition of “weblog” and
suggest that he might try his hand at coming up with a better definition. It makes for
interesting lexicography (plus anthropology, with a hint of psychology). We add our two cents+.
snowy day
she paints the poppies
a deeper red
midday sun
the silence of swimming
under water
“midday sun” - from A Piece of Egg Shell (Magpie Haiku Press, 2004)
new year
same old
back [Jan. 3, 2005]
one-breath pundit
For some reason that escapes me, Evan Schaeffer – who is busy enough, it seems –
has taken it upon himself to dissect Judge Posner’s (purported) definition of “weblog” and
suggest that he might try his hand at coming up with a better definition. It makes for
interesting lexicography (plus anthropology, with a hint of psychology). We add our two cents+.
- below are haiku and senryu written by “dagosan“, this weblog’s Editor, David A. Giacalone. most have been on the Home Page, some are outtakes and rewrites. each is a work in progress. i hope they show improvement over time and encourage others to try writing haiku -
- click here for dagosan’s archive -
typing
’til the icicle lands –
pretty blue sky
[Jan. 31, 2005]
the hush of Sunday morning
under new snow –
tires spin and spin
[Jan. 30, 2005]
zero degrees –
windchimes play
for the scarecrow and me
[Jan. 29, 2005]
sunshine finds
a prism –
forgotten paperweight
[Jan. 28, 2005]
lunch-hour-five-degrees-too-many-errands
[Jan. 27, 2005]
that little grunt
dad always makes –
putting on my socks
headful
of suds
the shower turns cold
[Jan. 25, 2005]
staring match out my window –
I blink first
the squirrel scampers
full-moon stroll
after the snowstorm –
she’s also lovely and cold
[Jan. 24, 2005]
the Plow God builds
a mountain of snow –
can’t see the river today
licking the last smudge
of ice cream from the bowl –
snowplow scrapes the street
[Jan. 23, 2005]
the blizzard
starts as scheduled –
saturday is cancelled
waiting out
the snowstorm –
full pantry
through the frosted window -
either dull gray
or bright white
[Jan. 22, 2005]
a pink mitten
at the curb –
rubbing one small red hand
[Jan. 21, 2005]
holding her breath
’til the engine starts –
visible relief
[Jan. 20, 2005]
holiday leftovers –
searching the closet
for baggy clothes
zero degrees
looks just like thirty –
no strollers on the street
[Jan. 18, 2005]
the detective
snaps her notebook shut –
blind witnesses
mlk, jr., day –
too cold
to march?
[Jan. 17, 2005]
the rookie cop rousts
an old hobo —
feeding plump pigeons
[Jan.16, 2004]
chain-reaction crash
on the sleet-slick bridge –
ice floes speed by
[Jan.15, 2004]
borrowed mystery –
a toilet-paper
bookmark
snowbanks and
snowmen dissolve –
all-day rain
[Jan. 14, 2005]
wonton soup
wanton woman
no MSG
[Jan. 13, 2005,
squinting at the repair bill –
fifty dollars
not five hundred
[Jan. 13, 2005]
toddler flounders
on the icy sidewalk –
computer crash
[Jan. 11, 2005]
cold fingers
warm
coffee mug
[Jan. 10, 2005]
sleep-in Sunday–
snowmelt
finds the newspaper
[Jan. 9, 2005]
frozen river —
snow hides
the elm’s reflection
[Jan. 8, 2005]
overnight
enough snow to make
slush
[Jan. 7, 2005]
he’s stripping
the bed sheets
she shovels the walk
[Jan. 6, 2005]
Adirondack chair
upholstered
with snow
[Jan. 6, 2005,
January 5th
neighborhood stroll
no one says “Happy New Year!”
[Jan. 5, 2005]
all night
a productive cough –
he hits the snooze button
[Jan. 4, 2005]
new year
same old
back
[Jan. 3, 2005]
bus station hobo -
no ticket
no bed
January 1
laughing ’til it hurts -
the Marx Brothers visit
January 2
haven’t seen the sun
all year
[Jan. 2, 2005]
all the snow
melted –
New Year’s morning
[Jan. 1, 2005]
new year’s eve
at home, alone
[Dec. 31, 2004]
only crumbs
on the Christmas platter –
in bed, alone
[dec. 30, 2004]
- - click here for dagosan’s archive -
- below are haiku and senryu written by “dagosan“, this weblog’s Editor, David A. Giacalone. most have been on the Home Page, some are outtakes and rewrites. each is a work in progress. i hope they show improvement over time and encourage others to try writing haiku -
- click here for dagosan’s archive -
typing
’til the icicle lands –
pretty blue sky
[Jan. 31, 2005]
the hush of Sunday morning
under new snow –
tires spin and spin
[Jan. 30, 2005]
zero degrees –
windchimes play
for the scarecrow and me
[Jan. 29, 2005]
sunshine finds
a prism –
forgotten paperweight
[Jan. 28, 2005]
lunch-hour-five-degrees-too-many-errands
[Jan. 27, 2005]
that little grunt
dad always makes –
putting on my socks
headful
of suds
the shower turns cold
[Jan. 25, 2005]
staring match out my window –
I blink first
the squirrel scampers
full-moon stroll
after the snowstorm –
she’s also lovely and cold
[Jan. 24, 2005]
the Plow God builds
a mountain of snow –
can’t see the river today
licking the last smudge
of ice cream from the bowl –
snowplow scrapes the street
[Jan. 23, 2005]
the blizzard
starts as scheduled –
saturday is cancelled
waiting out
the snowstorm –
full pantry
through the frosted window -
either dull gray
or bright white
[Jan. 22, 2005]
a pink mitten
at the curb –
rubbing one small red hand
[Jan. 21, 2005]
holding her breath
’til the engine starts –
visible relief
[Jan. 20, 2005]
holiday leftovers –
searching the closet
for baggy clothes
zero degrees
looks just like thirty –
no strollers on the street
[Jan. 18, 2005]
the detective
snaps her notebook shut –
blind witnesses
mlk, jr., day –
too cold
to march?
[Jan. 17, 2005]
the rookie cop rousts
an old hobo —
feeding plump pigeons
[Jan.16, 2004]
chain-reaction crash
on the sleet-slick bridge –
ice floes speed by
[Jan.15, 2004]
borrowed mystery –
a toilet-paper
bookmark
snowbanks and
snowmen dissolve –
all-day rain
[Jan. 14, 2005]
wonton soup
wanton woman
no MSG
[Jan. 13, 2005,
squinting at the repair bill –
fifty dollars
not five hundred
[Jan. 13, 2005]
toddler flounders
on the icy sidewalk –
computer crash
[Jan. 11, 2005]
cold fingers
warm
coffee mug
[Jan. 10, 2005]
sleep-in Sunday–
snowmelt
finds the newspaper
[Jan. 9, 2005]
frozen river —
snow hides
the elm’s reflection
[Jan. 8, 2005]
overnight
enough snow to make
slush
[Jan. 7, 2005]
he’s stripping
the bed sheets
she shovels the walk
[Jan. 6, 2005]
Adirondack chair
upholstered
with snow
[Jan. 6, 2005,
January 5th
neighborhood stroll
no one says “Happy New Year!”
[Jan. 5, 2005]
all night
a productive cough –
he hits the snooze button
[Jan. 4, 2005]
new year
same old
back
[Jan. 3, 2005]
bus station hobo -
no ticket
no bed
January 1
laughing ’til it hurts -
the Marx Brothers visit
January 2
haven’t seen the sun
all year
[Jan. 2, 2005]
all the snow
melted –
New Year’s morning
[Jan. 1, 2005]
new year’s eve
at home, alone
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