tiny poems by Grant Hackett
who can find their way with a broken flame
who will breathe when there is only moon
shall too many words leave an empty tomb
was abyss once flesh
isn't deep where old snows fall
in how many rains
will i never reach the sea
Several new haikoan have been published by Heliosparrow (Haikoan 10, 11, 12)!
living as one shadow and many deaths :: is this my strange unrest
how many dreams of rain end a life
how many walls are liquid at dawn
who wrote the moon until
it bled round
when do the dead break into light
when did our poems cease writing the sea
how many abandoned awakenings
sleep inside a seed
where in my flesh does absence nest
where did the earth first breathe
why does my shadow walk on his knees
when a bell breaks into light :: whose center is almost still
who wrote the moon until it bled round
more haikoan published in the The Inflectionist Review, issue 14
was it life that shaped then :: sealed my eyes
whose eye is the distance to every dream
whose flower is the depth of my well
when i am the river, who
will i drown
beginning as a silent chorus :: how does death become a rose
how many come to where the last snow ends knowing :: they have died here before
who first used rain to seed the earth with change
upon the field where crows shed their wings :: am i shadow
how many windows between me and the moon
new haikoan have been published by Heliosparrow
when did my eyes become those clouds that :: grayed childhood skies
is moon at night a silent hall and :: chorus of the dead
will i be shore or between :: when arrives what cannot dream
if i return to rest in a seed :: won't my fields come searching for me
when was the shadow of a sigh just snow
is the dreamlessness inside me visible :: to those who will never be
how far from her moon :: shall the sleeper wander
what is death if my ashes can rise into a blood-warm sky
when is a circle of stone too great for my soul
when colors die are they laid to rest :: in a bliss as white as the moon
crossing by river or drowning by bridge :: shall i visit the same dead
why are children who will never bear a child :: the lullaby that i sing
i beheld a bell breaking into light :: but what did the sleepers hear
Two Haikoan published in Right Hand Pointing issue 146!
whose eye shall fill my light with sun
by what power does the dark pull of the moon :: become our silver light