Sunday, November 19, 2017

Tell me it's true!

Friday, November 17, 2017

the cicada

tall grass, dry and amber --
I release the cicada
I kept in a jar

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Dowager's moon

Dowager's moon --
every coin spent
but one

the flower thief

this silence
gives the flower thief pause --
closing time

Tuesday, November 14, 2017


autumn rain
falls in layers

(photo courtesy of Nicholas Sorlien)

Cities of Green Leaves - 6 years later

A blast from the past, soon after the Tohoku disaster and Fukushima nuclear plant immersion in sea water and other, more murky environments unrelated the Dao and earth's natural cycles. We at the Society chose to perform a ginko no kukai and simultaneous charity rally in support of the region, an endeavor taken up wholeheartedly by members of the Hailstone group, who we can always count on to choose the Noble path when confronted with matters of urgency and the heart ... A further attempt to link the city of Sendai and our own River City in empathy for people and majestic elms alike, and for the poetical aspirations that accompany both, then came to a failure, due to River City's guardian's historical affinity for opportunistic highlighting of their careers and propensities to speak out of both sides of their mouths.

Call that presumption redundant, poor grammar, what have you, though we blame Minnesota Nice and its more passive aggressive faults today. And, I will counter with "once a jive turkey, then twice so" when backed into a corner. Crude, I know, but well grounded in prior performance and mission objectives of the good 'ol' city's administrations, great and small, in stature or character, over its relatively short but colorful life time. As in,"I know you are, but what am I"? I apply that distinction pretty much across the board for occurrences in the city of thieves. I may have devolved into a person of ruthless character and merciless scrutiny in that regard. This is how movements occur, thrive, come to fruition, or simply die on the vine of indifference.

Hide the eyes of the children. It's not going to get any prettier, as this marvelous tree always was, and will remain, in our hardened hearts. It's icons such as these that stir the senses to action sometimes, always in ways that bring new knowledge and interest. By the way, the willow pictured met its demise a few short years ago. Unfair, considering the circumstances - the tree with more character than most sentient beings in office that we know of today. There may be a lesson involved after all.

far too often
the carrot and the stick --

Genjuan International Haibun Contest 2018

Genjuan 幻住庵 is the name of the cottage near Lake Biwa where, in 1690, Basho lived for a time. His residence in this ‘Vision-Inhabited Cottage’ was probably the happiest period of his life, and it was there that he wrote his most famous short haibun.

The purpose of the Contest is to encourage the writing of fine haibun in English and maintain the connection between the traditional Japanese perception of haibun, and, what is evolving around the world. The judges are hoping that the Contest will continue to receive a warm response from all haibun writers. The award for the Grand Prix remains the same – a fine, full-size replica of a Hokusai/Hiroshige ukiyo-e print – and smaller gifts will be sent to the An (Cottage) Prize-winners. The writers of all the decorated works will receive a certificate of merit.

We sincerely look forward to your participation.

1 Subject: Free.

2 Style: No restrictions, but special attention must be paid to honour the spirit of haikai. This includes such features as the subtle linking of haiku with prose, omission prompting the reader's imagination, humour and self-deprecation.

3 Length: In total, between 7 and 35 lines (at 1 line = 80 spaces; a 3-line haiku counts as 3 lines; the title, as 1 line).

4 Haiku/Title: At least one haiku (no formal restrictions) should be included and each piece should be given a title, however short.

5 Format: Print each piece separately on one sheet of A4-size paper (and use the reverse if long) and write at the bottom your name (and your pen name, if you have one) together with your address, telephone number, and email address. Your privacy will be strictly protected, and the judges will not see your names until the result has been decided.

6 Deadline: All entries should reach the following address between 1 October 2017 and 31 January 2018. Please send your entries to: Ms. Eiko Mori, 2-11-23-206 Jokoji, Amagasaki-shi, Hyogo-ken 660-0811, Japan. Entries received after this date might not be accepted. Kindly avoid sending by express and using extra-large envelopes. Best write your home address on your envelope, too. We apologize for not being able to accept emailed entries.

7 Entry Fee: None.

8 Restrictions: Entrants can send up to three entries, but two is what we normally expect. They should be unpublished and not under consideration elsewhere. As we cannot return your entries after screening, please retain your own copies.

9 Questions: All queries should be sent to the address above or by email to Email Ms. Mori 2 weeks after sending your entries if you wish to have an acknowledgement of receipt.

10 Judges: Nenten Tsubouchi (emeritus), Stephen Henry Gill (Tito), Hisashi Miyazaki, Angelee Deodhar (newly appointed)

11 Special Request: The authors of the decorated works will later be requested to send us their pieces as Word-files by email. In this, we expect your cooperation.

12 Results: The results will be posted on the Hailstone Icebox by May after awardees have first been notified by email. Later, the prize-winning pieces will be posted there on a dedicated page. Judges’ comments will, in due course, be sent to awardees, together with prizes and/or certificates of merit.

Monday, November 13, 2017

deep and deeper

I thought that might get your attention. It's difficult, that's for certain. In light of the seductive pull of social media, nigh impossible.

Just ask the Zuck-meister how his delightful algorithms perform; oh, wait, he doesn't write his own schtick, that's his primary investor's little kingdom, that and data collection on an unprecedented scale. I do know very well how the Facebook algorithms protect us from ourselves, thank you -

btw, you owe me for a week's use of the internet, zippy. Yeah, very funny ...

InQtel is a real corporation, as was Air America a "real" CIA airline,and you might say same owners but not for the record, but an investor in surveillance engines and promising start ups that mine all sorts of data - personal data, employment, family, contacts, purchases, bank account balances, sources of income, expenditures, tax returns with errors that may have slipped by, unusual hobbies and noteworthy habits; Terrorism? Not likely for Facebook. A topic ICE (La Migra) trotted out when they'd take complaints about illegal immigration: they were too busy hunting down the elusive World Trade Center scoundrels so they could bring them to Just Us, or so they claimed. That's the origin of the Authorization For Use Of Military Force in response to the 9/11 Attacks.
Meanwhile, around the same time, the government's Amnesty pitch failed in the end, on a full count with the win almost a certainty until US citizens actually took an interest in their own welfare. No joy in Mudville or Maquiladora that night - Congress chickened out, putting their careers first before anything else. Because, no term limits, and not for enterprising US manufacturers with a bent for overhead cost protection, but that's a story for a business climate with two faces; one that knows the value of fiduciary restraint under scrutiny and another that changes players every four years who then spend like drunken sailors in between. You can only fool the American public 150% of the time, it seems. There is no fair game, unless it offers free lunch three times a day. And, what of the Mighty Forces that protect our freedom that everyone loves to hate?

They've been going at it for 18 years now!!
Does that number seem a little off? True that, the date, from whenever, and planning, by whomever, of our second Pearl Harbor is just a hash mark in an epic fiction that requires an equally charismatic villainy hiding in plain sight from our vigilance to matter that we weren't invited in the first place
- looking behind every tree, under every rock, crashing wedding parties, halting advances of military forces on US backed rebels when they get too close, dropped equipment too far from proposed allies into the hands of ISIS, even the odd power plant, water treatment and supply facility for good measure - that is, wreaking blatant destruction in support of strategies targeting sovereign (foreigners) entities, infrastructure and civilians, our allies cum high priority targets, at the same time depriving millions (foreigners) dependent on them, mostly non-combatant (foreigners) citizens; turning each former asset into dust, the earth where they stood into glass and the rubble strewn around replete with depleted uranium (what the Clinton State Dept hadn't sold), thus creating more faux humanitarian missions while spurring mass tombs for millions of faceless, innocent Dead ...(foreigners and Others). And if we can't have it then no one can! - Quite possibly the real mission all along, creating havoc while "God's Chosen' and the US' BFF continue Israel's relentless expansion. The result? Awesome blowback! An unexpected consequence of winning the hearts and minds and limbs and bones while spreading Democracy like the Plague.

Former US Sec of State Madelaine Albright said it was worth it, winning a medal for her straight faced delivery explaining the death of 500,000 children. It's not if you are suspected to cheat on your tax returns, the most gravest of Pre-Crimes - but, along the way, the Pentagon lost some of that treasure; ($6 Trillion !!!) in itself, a liability of the Fog of War, and, yet it still needs more. Why? They're fighting Terrorism, of course.

What about z-boy? He could be a hologram for all we know. With a personality to match - being groomed for a political run, they say. Although, that massive, virtue signaling "donation" to charity of his a couple years ago already left a mark, as well as securing him a 0% tax rate for life! USA, USA, USA ... !! I sure would like to know who does his taxes ... and all of their known associates, back to and including the date of JFK's assassination, any and all photographic evidence, fingerprints, blood samples, suspicious items, cryptic text, collusive statements or death bed confessions deemed viable for verification and/or to advance the ongoing investigation. Yes. Life is an investigation. Be careful of what you might find.

Taken in that light, what of FaceBook's informative Public Service Announcement reported disseminated in various media political organs of the State this past Summer? Full of cheerful promise for a brighter future, it touted changes that would strengthen its Mission Statement of forming communities alienation and division and the debut of newly engineered algorithms psychological conditioning FAQ's designed to enhance censor the social media experience while improving indoctrinating the readership. I've read it, compared it to experience, up close and personal, and Dystopian fiction alike.

Do you like Hollywood movies, btw? ... you know, Invasion of the Body Snatchers came out a long time ago, foretelling McCarthyism imported from Asiatic countries with exotic locales and a race of inscrutable people to learn how to kill long before The Matrix movies of this century stacked digitally enhanced bodies like so much obsolete technology from the last. You are likely familiar with both of these films, entertainment for the Big Screen and each with a mission all their own, meant to warn and inform as well as amuse. Both were from a genre of political expediency. The former, with its low-tech archetypes, its villain's traitorous exploits explained away by Science Fiction, could have served as a metaphor for a silent, yet calculating coup designed to wrest control of a nation and it's principles from within. The Dulles Brothers are a good example - you thought I was going to say Communism, didn't you?

Fast forward, mind your wallet, and consider the similarity to our military adventures - the Matrix represents that same movement's successfully non-violent Machiavellian infiltration of computer age cultures and its desperate response to Dissidents bent on its destruction. The Stateless, unseen provocateurs hidden deep behind circuitous VPN display a singularly determined self-interest, even if it means total destruction of infrastructure so only they may continue to prosper, ditto the consumption of its own Culture, all while carrying out the decimation of the society it alleged to maintain - think of NATO and the (second) Cold War if you get stuck on the flowery language.

You know what else? (Two Years Gone By)

Matrix' don't endanger societies - Authoritarians do.

Ron Paul: 1998 - We're waging illegal wars!

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Two Years Gone - How Much Longer?

Demarcating the Armistice and end of the Great War, and as a challenge to a Global Policy set forth simultaneously, one proven over a century more destructive than any intended peace, a small but determined group of US House Representatives abandoned the Lock Step anonymity of Cold War dominance to confront the House's doe-eyed Speaker with their, and Yours, mandate for Constitutional restraint at the edge of economic and territorial chaos - they proposed to end the thirst for an American Empire, one afforded merely by its geography and opportunism at the expense of the demise of Colonial Europe, resultant over the course of two World Wars while threatening another in lieu of actual adversaries and spurring an Orwellian future with the spectre of Totalitarian control as its inevitable conclusion. This Congress, and those to follow, are the handmaidens of those who adhere to this insanity of World Domination; one can see the foundations crumbling as we read this. This letter, and subsequent action, is the key to return to the acknowledgement of Humanity.

For it to succeed and a return to sanctity requires only your voices, and those with the understanding and determination are among us at this very moment. Why, when a single sentence is all that is required in place of your Enchantment with Apathy, are you still silent? What distraction could be so powerful to cause the denial of a will to live, and for your children's lives, and theirs to follow? So many are willing to declare their approval of peaceful coexistence in ways as diverse as there are stars in the sky, some even loud and provocative, others divisive just for their personal attachments, but always at the expense of real freedom from suffering. After ten years of commitment to this mission, I can barely contain my emotion at the thought of it. That's what propels me onward and little else, but for my word.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

* * * * """" * ` Hell, No, It's Not For The Glory! * '''''' * * *

Last Man

My best friend Steve is a Vietnam vet. Bless his heart, he never broached the subject, nor did I until I’d known him for a few years.
He did share some odd tales about the war with me then. A natural, his story telling was witty, sardonic, with some hilarious punchlines and, quite often, disturbingly surreal. He’d won a medal for stealing a jeep once … it’s a long story, I couldn’t tell it like he could.

We have a last man's club of sorts; one bottle Johnny Walker Black, one pair clean socks, a pack of Winstons – everything a guy needs, stuffed into a re-gifted wine box.

Someday, one of us will get to piss on the other's grave.

Dragon's Breath
the forest alight in flame,
red, green, orange, black!
laughing, a ghost beckons,
beautiful and serene

Two Years Gone By

500,000 Iraqi Children Die

Veteran's Day Should Be #AUMF









Friday, November 10, 2017

*more* corn - look, a rabbit!

`two glutted squirrels,
wary and fat, wait for their turn --
last of the corn harvest

Thursday, November 9, 2017


weaving through the pines,
wind, fog, glimpses of white birches --
mistaken for ghosts

accounts - tanka

a paper mum
falls from in its pages
from one to ninety nine
a list of accounts and things
long past overdue