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Only a Blockhead
Chigasaki and Beverly
"No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money."
Interests: books, art, photography, beauty, pleasure, the world, politics, everything, poetry
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Deep in the freezer Buried under vegetables Year-old popsicle On a hot, hot day, digging through the frozen food: Where’s that icy treat... Continue reading
Posted yesterday at Only a Blockhead
There! Sounding just like tinkling ice in a cold drink summer’s first wind bell On sweltering days gentle chiming barely heard brings a cool to mind Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at Only a Blockhead
I never pass up branches of edamame sold by the roadside Summer green soybeans Boil five minutes, sprinkle salt Enjoy with cold beer Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at Only a Blockhead
From the farmer’s stand Delicious dipped in miso Crunchy cucumbers Discount cucumbers: curly, bulbous, overgrown and tasting perfect Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at Only a Blockhead
"make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came." (Wendell Berry "How to Be a Poet") A poem that speaks without breaking the silence: A koan to solve Wind ruffles the grass as for Basho and Li Bai and dabblers to come Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at Only a Blockhead
“Get out! Go home! Leave!” Lovers fight on the dark road Frogs oblivious Human suffering in the context of nature means less than nothing Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at Only a Blockhead
Dusk: bats zip soundless and frogs drown out the traffic in the gathering dark Another evening As night falls in the valley Insects and mammals Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at Only a Blockhead
Clothes lie by the road wind-whipped from a laundry pole but which balcony? A blustery wind is a laundry day asset …until it isn’t ; ) Continue reading
Posted Jun 25, 2022 at Only a Blockhead
Returning home late: Dark paddies, misty streetlights A chorus of frogs On these humid nights Unseen in their own domain Frogs own the darkness Continue reading
Posted Jun 24, 2022 at Only a Blockhead
Glorious voices of frogs from faraway fields Lull me toward sleep As I lie in bed Drifting in from a distance Summer’s lullaby Continue reading
Posted Jun 23, 2022 at Only a Blockhead
Full moon, frogs exalt In the bright flooded paddi... Continue reading
Posted Jun 22, 2022 at Only a Blockhead
In his journal, Henry David Thoreau said words to the effect that The voice of the frog sounds better at a distance A mid-summer’s dream (May 3, 1852)* So true. After the sun sets the frogs sound harsh from nearby soothing from afar No greater pleasure: lying in bed, listening... Continue reading
Posted Jun 21, 2022 at Only a Blockhead
From flooded paddies a cacophony of frogs unleashed by darkness Frogs generate A wall of sound That would have done Phil Spector proud Continue reading
Posted Jun 20, 2022 at Only a Blockhead
This week: listening to frogs filling the darkness with seasonal sound Now the rice paddies --plowed, flattened, flooded, planted-- host the frogs’ chorus Swelling as night falls Frogs’ discordant symphony Rising from rice fields Continue reading
Posted Jun 19, 2022 at Only a Blockhead
Way up on the list of Japan’s simple pleasures: Onsen hot spring bath Steeping in the heat Body immersed to the neck Ah, relaxation! Continue reading
Posted Jun 18, 2022 at Only a Blockhead
This morning no rain A long-legged wasp drifts by Sun paints the flagstones Illumination After days of rain, the sun Seems somehow brighter Continue reading
Posted Jun 17, 2022 at Only a Blockhead
Wet June evening, but… beer label fireworks point to summer nights to come And beer itself is fireworks! Each sip igniting a burst of pleasure Continue reading
Posted Jun 16, 2022 at Only a Blockhead
Plop! A sudden drop Plummets from the canopy Ghost of last night’s rain This haiku was sent to a contest where it won …nothing. “Plop” indeed! Continue reading
Posted Jun 15, 2022 at Only a Blockhead
On a June morning A passing whiff of incense The first drops of rain Passing a graveyard and sensing the season with the nose and the skin Continue reading
Posted Jun 14, 2022 at Only a Blockhead
Rain on hydrangeas Leaves and petals aquiver Every drop a shock Rain on hydrangeas like hammers on piano strings: Silent symphony Continue reading
Posted Jun 13, 2022 at Only a Blockhead
One more day of rain to moisten the hydrangeas just like yesterday Some say that Japan looks its very best during the rainy season Continue reading
Posted Jun 12, 2022 at Only a Blockhead
This is the month of water falling from a gray sky sluicing down culverts pouring out of pipes into flooded paddies dripping from the leaves of hydrangeas which – white, pink, blue, purple – Decorate the margins of everything Water everywhere! Way too much to squeeze into a single haiku Continue reading
Posted Jun 11, 2022 at Only a Blockhead
The rainy season: All the weather forecast shows are blue umbrellas Yesterday it rained Rain today and tomorrow Umbrellas soggy Continue reading
Posted Jun 10, 2022 at Only a Blockhead
The morning silence broken by the sudden boom of burning bamboo Sweet relief to live where the sound of a gunshot isn’t a gunshot Continue reading
Posted Jun 9, 2022 at Only a Blockhead
Local tomatoes Picked ripe, blemished, full-flavored Delicious to eat Nothing more tasty: tomatoes from the market’s local produce shelf Continue reading
Posted Jun 8, 2022 at Only a Blockhead