she’s coming home-
how slow the moon moves
across the sky
she’s coming home-
how slow the moon moves
across the sky
the old prostitute
filled with remorse
at my front door
higher! higher!
higher! higher!
– little kite
waist deep
I call to her
from the dark
engine running
a car honks
in the rain
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this isn’t really a haiku or a senryu but a word picture, it allows the reader to fill in the rest of the poem.
What a mess-
The furniture rearranged
In our hearts
an angel
finds a dead bird –
“we are of the same meaning.”
dark autumn night
a kitten mews for its mother
hidden – stars
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.”
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“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
distant thunder
brings hope
midsummer heat
after the thunder’s rumble; a car alarm.
dust storm
the wind shakes the tree
immovable Robin
summer playground
some earthquakes
don’t like themselves
sandpipers
walking on the moon
low tide
pounding surf
the sand fleas stop
to watch
simply holding each other;
making love
breath on neck
simply holding each other;
making love
hidden spring
simply holding each other;
making love
moonlit sea
simply holding each other;
making love
howling wind
simply holding each other;
making love
net of stars
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This poem was written when thinking about how its possible to make love without the act of intercourse, that the intimacy of sexuallity can be shared simply by holding each other and being present with our lover and that this gesture, this expression can be more meaningful and heartfelt than “making love”
This intimacy takes place in a context and the variations on this haiku are an attempt to look at them in different contexts.
wind slacks-
two lovers tangled
new paper kite.
spring day
she loves me, she loves me not-
field of daisies
mid-day heat
a small cloud
finds the old woman
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.watching the light fade out my bedroom window, drinking some tea. I took this photo with my cell phone and knew it would work for a senryu. How things change so quickly, like the fading of the light every evening and those small things we do with our lovers like quietly drinking a cup of tea.
drinking coffee
just friends now
remembering her wetness.
Sweltering night
the tick of a clock.
ER waiting room
the morning after
i wake holding her pillow
dust in sunlight
my lover gone
my small apartment
now somehow smaller