I can hear
my DNA when
I talk with my sister
laughing over
late afternoon
saki and yellow tail
still figuring out
mom and dad bullshit
a place for poetry, haiku and other major minimalistic things ✍🏽Steve Noettl
last night sitting
on my patio
burning a candle
listening to music
on my headphones
when I blew out
the candle
the music on my
headphones stopped
North 33 degrees 42 minutes 29.80 seconds
West 111 degrees 54 minutes 2.81 seconds
the ones who eat the sun live in the west, they turn into lions
—from African bushman folklore
silk fog moves around
the wet black ironwood boughs
sandy gravel wash
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in a dream last night
an art gallery and friends
spoke poems and plays
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a full moon halo
circles orion mid-night
jupiter shines bright
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calm night waning moon
high now orion east sits
near the gemini
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moon sets in the west
its like liquid ivory
seeds float with the moths
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dry scattered twigs are
swept up by the wind lifting
into the cold air
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we think the world will
end every day until
forever the end
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a meteorite
falls towards orion’s belt
scratching a gray streak
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greasewood is creosote
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moon glow, trees ink black
the clouds break in to patches
the sky is a quilt
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a deep soft dusk now
purple blue and flaming peach
stretch the horizon
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sharp and bright venus
a slice of moon, a star drops
the plane flies away
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heart between my ribs
through my eternal eyes the
silent heavens shine
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rain in the gutters
a thousand clocks ticking quick
shimmering water
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languid flowing flood
the rocks and bubbly mud suds
swirling around trees
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six vultures spiral
wide in the upper thermals
above the boulders
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a leaf holds a drop
of consciousness, the wildlife
close as a fire
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that day in your mind
was happening in the night
while you were dreaming
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blood orange moon now
disappears on the horizon
into my dream mind
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scant inspiration
to fight the old loneliness
in the night shadows
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tranquility gone
low flying helicopter
steals sound, not my soul
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ethereal time
grace, mirth and contemplation
and hot food cooking
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sometimes I never
figure out the meanings of
songs inside my heart
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Claus-haiku
the frog beside
the old pond
jumps in -Ho Ho Ho
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full moon high misty
clouds a fine pastel halo
in lupine pupils
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cold full moon tonight
ancestral ghosts travel light
trees move in the wind
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whistling and snapping
gave us the edge in the hunt
hails the cab in rain
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sky clears and reveals
timelessness and space and breath
from my mouth to yours
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the slumbering eye
of a coyote puppy
in the warm earth den
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when it is cold fall
down into the hallow earth
when its hot rise up
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poetry in heart
the dark of death in winter
we sit near the fires
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silent, empty, cold,
house, the wood moves, the plumbing
thumps, and still nothing
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silk clouds to hills
orion high in the east
a meteor streaks
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eyes to universe,
ears to music mind to breath
heart to soul tonight
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primary suspects
moon in taurus, orion
chases jupiter
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moon and orion
at twelve o'clock jupiter
in the east rising
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rain wind rumble rain
wicked cold rain rumbles on
rumble clap splat flash!
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moon sets west dressed in
blood orange ivory pod
orion recedes
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cracks in the columns
burning of laurels the no
tomorrow's and floods
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nothing on earth as
old as earth as fingers dig
in the cool dark earth
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losing view of moon
venus and palo verdes
it's all yours Quartzite
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low crescent moon sets
west through the trees on the road
an owl waits for me
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full moon low over
the blue foothills after dusk
east of the mountains
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the moon drops as blood
in a thick night, a chorus
of coyotes howl
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in dead now-silence
orion sets in the west
jupiter still high
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mars east, jupiter west
big rain on the way
to soak the rest
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3am skies clear
jupiter near full moon now
a framed orion
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it is a dream night
tastes like a shot of soma
clouds weaving sequins
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something tells me when
I fall asleep I'm going
to wake up alone
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messy drippy pomes
with no sense; draining out from
my ears, like dumb brains
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now I lay me down
to sleep I pray my
ancient school teachers
my soul to take
if I should die
before I wake
then publish
all my writings
take a cut, get high
and go fly fishing
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moon shines through twisted
acacia limbs, silent
hill with weight of sky
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A Translation of Basho's famous Haiku on Leap Day:
an archeaobatrachia sits
beside ancient vernal wetland
and leaps in - plerp!
--EJ Phxtzu; February 29th, 2016
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clouds veil the moon
laying through the western dive
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moon sets now over
night painted in pollutants
city of homeless
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early morning mind
feeling the weight of the world
I stand up in pain
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our dream mind body
in motion is like water
pouring from the grave
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wind moves over wild
ghosts walking with hungry eyes
snow in the meadow
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Steve Noettl ©️