the snail

The snails horns wave.
So far to go.

gust of wind

Gust of wind.
The snow’s silence broken
by the hermit’s wind bells.

Even for…

Even for the train
and it’s lonely conductor,
a rising moon.

star

for M

Staring out a window.
Thoughts of an old love
revived by a waning moon.

in the mist

In the mist
two women bathing.
Hazy moon.

in the rumble

in the rumble
of thunder
falling snow

gust of wind

gust of wind
winter leaves scatter
revealing a buddha

What a mess

What a mess-
The furniture rearranged
In our hearts

an angel

an angel
finds a dead bird -
“we are of the same meaning.”

“Blue” a video poem by Chris Leibow

for Brooke Marie

more about ““Blue” a video poem by Chris Leibow“, posted with vodpod

 

One Moon

                                           

                                            One
                                           moon

          I stay                                                 you leave

inside the church

inside the church
the parishioners miss
the Robin’s sermon

arguing

arguing
the buzzing street lamp
yellows their faces

open silk robe

open silk robe
making tea-
her children still asleep

the old prostitute

the old prostitute
filled with remorse
at my front door

snow falls

snow falls
all night long
I walk

Just Published

I will draw two ravens was just published by Battered Suitcase

These poems were influenced by the work I had done the year earlier working with the haiku form.

click the link I will draw two ravens to read the poem. Also check the video reading of the same poem. Video

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But I must leave….

Nope not a haiku but a short poem: The newest video

1st collector for But I must leave….
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haiku

drip, drip, drip
the slow melting winter’s library

row of icicles.

Morning Coffee

Flash Excerpts

Click the link below

Excerpts from In Praise of Small Things

autumn gale

housebound little girl
furiously blows soap bubbles
autumn gale

I see her

I see her
pruning lovers -
even in heaven

dark autumn

dark autumn night
a kitten mews for its mother
hidden – stars

Babel

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American Haiku & Senryu

About my Poems
These poems are haiku or senryu in a broad sense. They come close to the definition given by the Haiku Society America,

Haiku: a poem recording the essence of a moment keen perceived, in which nature is linked to human nature. Usually a haiku in English is written in three unrhymed lines of seventeen or fewer syllables.

Here is another explaination by Jack Keroauc:

“The American Haiku is not exactly the Japanese Haiku. The Japanese Haiku is strictly disciplined to seventeen syllables but since the language structure is different I don’t think American Haikus (short three-line poems intended to be completely packed with Void of Whole) should worry about syllables because American speech is something again…bursting to pop. Above all, a Haiku must be very simple and free of all poetic trickery and make a little picture and yet be as airy and graceful as a Vivaldi Pastorella.” Jack Kerouac

Free Verse Haiku had its begining at the turn of the century in Japa. A leading haiku reformist Ogiwara Seisensui[6]. Seisensui (1884-1976) could be regarded as the originator of the free-form haiku movement, though fellow writers Masaoka Shiki and Kawahigashi Hekigoto also deserve recognition.[7] Writers following the early-twentieth century movement known as free-form or free-style haiku (shinkeikō) composed haiku lacking both the traditional 5-7-5 syllabic rule and the requisite seasonal word (kigo).

Let the scholars debate. I will let you be the judge”

Reviews of In Praise of Small Things.

 

“Your poems are like lessons in loving. Perhaps they ought to be required for all would be ‘lovers’ Iin love or loving;  if you are not then what fools your words make of us all, jealous fools we be of this love real or ideal.”

Buffalo47

“A haiku must be very simple and free of all poetic trickery and make a little picture and yet be as airy and graceful as a Vivaldi pastorale”, wrote Jack Kerouac and that is exactly what c.a. leibow accomplishes with his refreshingly simple and accessible poems that jog the imagination. His poems are simple, sweet, and accomplish exactly what Kerouac theorized-paint a tiny picture in one’s psyche.”

Hattie MacLeod, City Weekly, Salt Lake City

“Your work leaves me breathless, truly.”

Nicole Hyde

autumn sends

autumn sends
me a telegram
pale white light

geese honking over head

geese
honking
overhead
the last
one
the

loudest

scent of rain

the scent of rain
through my open window
tea kettle whistling

autumn lavender

he counts each bee-
tells me there are as many

as he is old