for Billy Collins
half a haiku
I wake from my nap screaming. In the dream, my half-naked poem is nailed to the cross, surrounded by a cheering crowd. A critic begins beating it with a hose, trying to torture a confession of its meaning from it. My poem cries out in anguish.
the only thing moving
my right hand
A Hundred Gourds 2:2 March 2013
To the Lighthouse: Haiku Silence by Angelee Deodhar - (First published in* Simply Haiku,* 3:1, Spring 2005 and reprinted by kind permission of the author) So much has been written about how to haiku that I won...