Recent Twitter Tanka

I enjoy Twitter. It's so much simpler, but so ephemeral. Here then are some of my recently tweeted tanka. Some of them will appear in my forthcoming collection, January, A Tanka Diary, due out this fall.

I don’t seem
to have anything
profound to say,
limp leaves on the tree are
just another juxtaposition

graveyard of insects

every morning

the heap of the dead

who flung themselves in vain

at the light

the Prince

with butterfly wings

and tinfoil sword—

when I was ten,

what was my quest?

empty

but still attached

these two clamshells

something like

a husband and wife

I am not Basho,

I am that peasant

he found

digging potatoes

along the road

the trees 

begin to talk,

tossing their green heads

and whispering 

about the weather

cargo shorts,

what dreams 

will I stuff

into these pockets

today?

three dollars 

to live on 

until Friday

slips in 

through the keyhole