Carpe Diem Haiku

Carpe Diem Haiku Special, Soen Nakagawa’s “boundless autumn”

All the haiku by Soen Nakagawa have a strong, deeper, Zen layer and in this one Zen is also clearly in there. The goal of this CD Special is to write a haiku in the same sense, tone and spirit as the one by the featured haiku-poet, seen just below.


endless is my vow
under the azure sky
boundless autumn

Here is my effort.

under a great blue sky
Mongolian grasslands promise freedom
the wolf howls

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Carpe Diem Haiku

CARPE DIEM HAIKU – Ese’s Sensuality

I know she’s writing a book, Butterfly Thy Name, and see that on her blog she chats about it too sometimes. I must say I echo others who have said they will be buying it. Ese’s sensuality is an art, and from what I read on her blog, her book will be rich in her art.

She is the latest in Kristjaan’s Ghostwriter series, on Carpe Diem , with Sensuality. I could go the Victorian flowery way, and pretend to pen high art, but I am not going to. We need troubled readers so I must visit the secret hidden underworld here!

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she ties leather tight
and her whip cuts deep
her tongue tastes the pain

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against the wall
I kneel in front of her
shadows participate

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-at the edge
my knife blade between our lips
as we kiss

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-after the rugby game
she walks in the showers and soaps me
blushes watching others

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That’s all!

 

 

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If Jesus Was a Woman (For Magpie Tales)

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Feast in the House of Simon, 1610, El Greco

If Jesus was a woman
and not a lesbian
Would there still be feminism?
Would religion start to make sense to me?
And would she have worn a bra?

Could she possibly have had
better hair?
Along with line in fine lingerie
for those seeking salvation
in the arms of a woman

Would her twelve disciples have been women too?
Would they have cross-dressed
or simply just had more style?
And would she have hung from the cross?

And would Peterina
Upon arrival in Rome
have been hung upside down?

If the Buddha had been all-woman
would she have sat under tree so long?

If Stalin had been a little girl
from somewhere deep in the Urals
would the gulags have functioned so well?

Its only Mick Jagger
that would remain the same
if history could be changed
To be herstory
And of course me
Though then
I would be une Lesbienne
-as I secretly am

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Flash Fiction

Friday Fictioneers – Teeth

Patterns.

“D-d-d don’t look like much to me,” had started ol’ Dawkins, but his job was to tether the mules.

“I’ll take a picture of the markings from above, and get a better idea,” said KZ, her white scarf fluttering across her face, disarming my thoughts.

“Tough flying through those mountains,” I replied.

“I do tough,” she said.

Her white scarf had flowed in the air stream as she flew over the high plateau in her prop plane.

She landed smoothly in the sand below us.

“So what are they?” I shouted down.

She motioned with her gloved hands.

“I think she’s sayin’ p-p-p-penis,” Dawkins stuttured.

“Probably ones that bite, knowing KZ!” I grinned aloud.

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Thanks very much to Rochelle! Pic this week by Danny Bowman. For Friday Fictioneers 100 word stories.

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Ligo Haibun Challenge – Image Week

Thanks to everyone participating in the Ligo Haibun Challenge – if you would like you can post your haibun at Medium here, and label it under the “Beautiful Haibun” collection. This gives you further readership and gives you a step out of the ‘WordPress world.’

My apologies for the lateness of the post this week. I was a bit exhausted after travel and duties, and have a lot of catching up to do. There are a lot of fine people out there and I don’t want to lose them…so I will be catchng up, especially as I want the Ligo anthology out soon – so send your haibun!

I will be contacting folks very shortly about their haibun – that probably means you reading this!

This week is picture week. As usual choose one to write your Beautiful Haibun. I certainly encourage all glancing here to have a read of the haibun, which are of very high quality in an art form that in itself encourages beautiful writing.

If you are new to the form ask here for details..

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Please give us some beautiful haibun! Link up with the blue critter below..

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Ligo Haibun Challenge – Word Prompt

…Here’s 3 haibun we particularly liked from last week  and are mentioning here:

After two hours yesterday and nearly an hour today, I still cannot and will not nominate one over the other. The haibun are all so good for both very similar and different reasons.

See what I mean….

The prompts for this week are continued

 

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Celebration

The Heat Is On!

Well here we go, my first foray into marketing. I’m laying down the tools, the brass hammer and stamp used to tap peoples’ names and messages into copper amulets and bangles I design, and the pen for the notes I take in-between.

My rifle is hanging up where my coat should be and I set no traps. It is going to be tough moving from sustenance-living to using invisible money (a card issued by the bank) to buy meat wrapped in plastic from the shop.

Its hard to sell though, when one is used to giving things away. But marketing takes time, and the time spent finding food and preparing fishing nets is now to be spent creating awareness about my book, which might lead to selling a copy or two, which means I’ll be able to queue up in the supermarket. Its a strange world.

I keep thinking of that coffee chain, you know that one, and that a good read is as satisfying as a good coffee, which taste so much better from my kettle over an open fire, the beans ground Ethiopian style than it does in that chain.

A good read lasts longer, much longer though, for the same price. My book might not be a good read for all, but it will change my readers, that is for sure.

Its coming out on Amazon and Kobo soon, and surely on ibooks as well, then the paperback will follow shortly. I’ll be giving some copies away of course, thus this post: so here goes with the marketing!

I’ll pose 2 questions every day or so at this first attempt, and the 3 people with the highest amount of correct answers each get a free copy. That’s questions over 21 days, though not every day. I’ll give the answers to the very hard kickoff questions in about 5 days, meaning next Wednesday.

Some questions will be factual, as below, and some won’t, meaning they’ll be guesswork, as below.

  • So here’s the first question. Which republic inside the Russian Federation is the biggest? (Russia is a mix of republics and oblasts.
  • Here’s the second question. If I wasn’t here in Lappland, beyond the Arctic Circle, which region of the world would I like to be? Countries and physical descriptions accepted.

I’ll check your answers before displaying them, so others cannot copy you.

Best of luck!

Now, where is that can opener, and how do you open cans anyway?

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Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Fiction – The Invisible Man

adamickes-childsbootsThe invisible man is known to us all though precious few admit it. He’s the one we ask for advice when we need it the most, the one we say goodnight to, though there are some who keep him up all night by their pillow in vain. He’s sometimes behind you and not gone when you spin around, but then why would he care?

Some call him their absent friend and others mistake him for a lover, and ignore his childish nature. You’d think, though, that he’d get bored hiding the car keys, and remote, and reading glasses after all these years, wouldn’t you…?

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For Friday Fictioneers, run by the admirable Rochelle – photo this week by Adam Ickes

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Ode to the Troll

This piece has been commissioned by myself for dverse science fiction poetry, hosted tonight by the unequalled Bjorn Rudberg.

fool was I
did I think the troll would just
fly by?

I was warned
don’t trust them – or anyone
who wears their heart on their sleeves

and there it is, it’s heart
glowing maliciously in the dark
pumping sparks that will not ignite

I wonder what the troll thinks it is
perhaps the Marine of the internet
invading free speech

you come from a dark planet
full of insidious plants
but your words – I fear – have little effect

feed yourself on another
you’re a victim of your own success
or lack of it

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My Forest & I

Snow is forecast in a few days…expect a few dark posts in November from here in the Arctic Circle as the long dark winter settles in…

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Ese’s Shoot & Quote Challenge – Ugly

For the past few years I have found Autumn galling and ugly. This year, for the first time, I'm starting to find beauty in the concept.

For the past few years I have found Autumn galling and ugly. This year, for the first time, I’m starting to find beauty in the concept.

I think it's safe to say that not many would argue that knives through the skull is a pretty ugly before,after and during experience...

I think it’s safe to say that not many would argue that knives through the skull is a pretty ugly before, after and during experience…

 

The quote~

 

I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.

Winston Churchill

 

 

 

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Opinion

Ten ‘Things’ We Could Not Do Without

10- Blues. What was the world like before the invention of Blues? Impossible to conceive. BB King, Muddy Waters, Sonny Boy Williamson, Eric Clapton, Luther Allison, Taj Mahal, and so many more. You cannot breathe without blues man, how did they before?

9- Tea. In tea friendship, the Japanese saying goes, To say the least. What can’t you say about tea? There is everything in a cup of tea, best drunk in a papercup, or from a flask, or a glass, among friends, lovers, alone, in the morning, afternoon or at midnight. If the world stopped to have a cup of tea,…

8- Tango. The definition of sensuality. You do not use words to describe the tango. Everything is in the accordian and high heels. And inner thigh.

7- French. There is not a more evocative, beautiful language. Period. Granted, it is just a slang of Latin, but no French woman has ever paid for a copper bracelet in my shop, just saying, “bonjour!” guarantees it is free… The language is style itself. When I speak French my voice is in a different octave, and everything is more relaxed.

6- Politeness. The absence of politeness is like the absence of fresh air, or sunrise. When travelling to countries where people are very polite like Iran, where politeness is the culture, it is a sheer delight. Afterwards one misses it like a life without tea or blues.

5- Deserts. Like the tango. Words cannot describe a desert. Imagine an environment that changes a little bit everyday as sand dunes reveal new curves and lines , always warm, where you can sleep outside every night in a perfectly and naturally-cushioned bed, without any mosquitoes or flies. Sheer luxury. Desertification is much underrated..

4- Rain. Rain in the desert is like diamonds. But rain anywhere is beautiful. Rain separates parasites from those who want to enjoy life deeply. I have heard those who curse rain but expect beautifully orange carrots from their supermarket. The whole Bollywood film industry survives on that dance in the rain; rightly so. No-one should own an umbrella. Especially not the queen.

3- Fish n Chips. The royalty of food. None better. Served with tea. Tetleys. Malt vinegar a must. Big chips. You simply have not eaten if you have not had a decent fish supper. Better than any food in France, except a meal shared with my new French neighbour who recently got locked out of her flat, but that is a whole other delicious story.

2- Immigration. Imagine a country with only rednecks. With boiled or deeply-fried pork and overcooked potatoes, wishy washy music without soul, and racism as humour. No spice, zest or colour. Blond hair and blue eyes ruling, and nice high alcohol abuse.. Immigration has been the one overriding success of the modern era. I hate whiter than white countries, with suspiciously pure thoughts. The pilgrims were intolerant, ignorant people who would have all died off without native Indian help, There are those among us that revere religions from the Middle East , yet act as if the people from that area of the world are in some way inferior to “us”. Weird. Most don’t even know where the Middle East is: rednecks.

1- Trekking. There are still people who still drive their cars two blocks to drive cigarettes. Unbelievable. And that people still smoke is actually funny. Talk about sheep controlled by the corporate world. The tobacco stuffed into cigarettes bears little to no relation to the much milder tobacco smoked in the peace pipes my friends, it has been engineered to be much stronger, much more addictive with higher levels of tar, even the lite brands, which is compensated anyway with more chemicals. So buy a pair of canvas slippers and walk in a desert instead. Walk, for days, sleep at nights, through the desert sands. Glorious.

And now, just because…

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Flash Fiction

Ba Bum Tchi – Aaarrrr!

A pirate with an eye patch, a hook, and a peg leg walks into a tavern and orders a rum. Curious, the bartender says, “You look like you’ve been through a lot of sea battles. How did you get the peg leg?” The pirate answered, “Arr, a cannonball blew me leg right off in the midst of battle!”
“Wow! And how about the hook?” asked the bartender.
“Arr, me hand was eaten by a shark on the high seas!”
“That’s amazing! And the eye patch?”
“Arr, a seagull crapped in me eye.”
Confused, the bartender asked, “How can you lose your eye from seagull crap?”
Replied the pirate, “Well, it was me first day with the hook.”

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Roger the Cabin Boy: Have you been blown ashore?

Seaman Steynes: Arrr’ve been blown lots of places.

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What does a Dyslexic Pirate Say?
RRAAAAAAAAAAA!

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What was the pirate’s name who had no legs or arms and fell overboard?
Captain Bob

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A little boy with a speech impediment dresses up as a pirate for Halloween.

At the first house a woman opens the door, and the boy says, “I’m a birate. This is my barrot. Can I have some bandy?”

The woman looks at him and says, “My, aren’t you cute. But where are your buccaneers?”

The boy gets angry: “On the side of my buckin head, you buckin idiot.”

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A pirate walks into a bar wearing a paper towel on his head. He sits down at the bar and orders some dirty rum.

The bartender asks, “Why are you wearing a paper towel?”

“Arrrrr…” says the pirate. “I’ve got a bounty on me head!”

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What kind of ships do pirates have trouble with? Relationships

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Flash Fiction

100WCGU ~ Knock Knock!

image004“Well I don’t know.”

“You don’t? Why not?”

“What’s the slogan again?”

“KNOCK KNOCK..it’s hilarious!”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why is it hilarious?”

“Well, knock knock, you know, and he’s knocking over a vase. Funny!”

“How does that sell me cameras?”

“It doesn’t.”

“I see.”

“Well, not directly, but subluminably..”

“The word is sublinally.”

“Yeah, sublalli…uh, yeah, anyway, makes people want to shoot those kind of pictures when they see that advert.”

“I see, shoot as in, fire.”

“Uh, well, I suppose could be..”

“As in, when I see that advert it makes me want to shoot you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Bang. Out!”

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Five Sentence Fiction – Edge

“Hola Christopher, where you been these days; it’s been a long, long time.”

“Ciao my friend, well, I been to the East Indies!”

“Oh don’ be crazy my friend, you know if you try to go there you’ll sail straight off the edge of the world!”

“Yeah, like you’d know; instead of sitting here in this taverno drinking vino, why don’t you try some tobacco!?”

“Tobacco, what’s that, some kind of new craze?”

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Friday Fictioneers ~ Kung Fu

“Master?”

“Are you ready, Grasshopper?”

“I am, Master.”

“Snatch the pebble from my palm then Grasshopper, but wait!”

“Master?”

“Look, I have put the flowers in front of the TV, why?”

“I don’t know, Master.”

“Then you don’t know Zen, Grasshopper. It means sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and flowers grow by themselves.”

 “What is inexpressible is inexhaustible in its use Master.”

“Don’t be a smartass Grasshopper, and give me the pebble back, I was speaking and was not ready.”

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Ahhh..those childhood years, sitting quietly watching ”Kung Fu” on TV with David Carradine, dubbed in French…and where did it get me! I still haven’t snatched the pebble! 

Photo by Lora Mitchell

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