John R. Ahern writes a set of haiku about the Matter of Britain,
long fingers of trees
poking our eyes, and beetles—
near love, said Yvain
John Ahern writes,
Leaves, roly polies
curl up when dead. Is God an
anthropomorphist?
John Ahern writes,
I’m trying my hand at haikus. Forgive me if the allusions are esoteric. Here are two. (The first is a combination of Eastern and Western poetry, i.e. the Odyssey.)
Mnesterophonia
Dedicated to Rachel Ahern
log piles getting low
random scar ekphrasis
opportune moment
Dedicated to Christopher Nicholas Evans Embrey.
“Well, to be honest, right now I’m not capable of understanding anything. It sounds like we have a poet who sleeps in too much, to me, though.”
beautiful sunrise
the poet doesn’t know though
a late last night.
