Jack Grapes

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Photo by Alexis Rhone Fancher

( The haiku are from Jack’s forthcoming book,
WIDE ROAD TO THE EDGE OF THE WORLD:
301 haiku.)

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Hearing Mom and Dad
fighting in the bedroom room.
Outside, the red moon.

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I lost who I was.
Then I found who I would be.
Only who I was knew.

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In the safe darkness
of the theatre I find truth:
Annie gets her gun.

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There’s Charlie Chaplin
running but getting nowhere—
a plan for a life

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falling in rhythm
to the buzzing of the bees
over something dead

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Would that I was wise,
not this enlightened monkey
wearing monkey mask

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They open my chest
and then put my heart on ice
while my brain simmers.

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To write War and Peace:
In the stationary store
ask for more paper.

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Poetry kills me.
I can’t face its stern demands,
heart filled with cobwebs.

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When I’m gone, I’ll sure
miss that dove whose song wakes me,
but will she miss me?

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Fortune cookie says,
“You will go on long journey.”
Pay check. Leave at once.

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How to eat this life?
Break the past into pieces,
eat one piece at a time.

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I love this sharp knife.
How it cuts the red pepper.
Salad filled with blood.

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My childhood is gone.
I don’t want to go back there.
Too much mystery.

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Once I was a dog.
No one was afraid of me.
I licked people’s hands.

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I’m a proud Virgo.
One day I’ll be organized,
surrounded by worms.

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Some things are too sad
to write about on paper.
My closed mouth writes too.

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Poems not money
give such meaning to my life.
Sometimes meaning sucks.

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Shakespeare, bricklayer.
Dante, the wise carpenter.
Me? Corn to chickens.

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At a loss for words?
Call Jack Grapes, home or office,
day or night, for help.

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I’ve squandered so much,
and given less than I could,
asleep in the rain.

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Sit still a minute.
Now, let your heart open wide
and see what falls in.

Jack Grapes

 

“Gratitude Haikus” by Roz Levine

 

 

Rain splatters my brain
Scattering fresh breath upon
All new thoughts today

Born from rich red blood
We wend a way to deep breath
In and out each day

And the sun rises
And the moon hovers above
And this life is good

Thank you I tell them
The mailman, the trash man
They big smile to me

I give you my smile
I give you a big thank you
You give it all back

A smile, a tear, life
It is all things everywhere
It is each new breath

A good morning smile
Sends love into all my pores
Makes me sparkle now

This body aging
Savors such delightful words
Grandma, I love you

Roz Levine

Photo by L. K. Thayer

© 2011