Night from the inside

This entry is part 1 of 6 in the series Night from the Inside

 

mountaintop forest pool at dusk with a band of sunset light still on the horizon

The more time I spend outside at night, the more fearful I become. You’d think it would be the opposite. But daytime rules don’t always apply. For example, it’s possible during the day to pretend there’s a hard and fast line between reality and imagination.

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flickering
through skeletal trees
the bat’s back story

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sunset
lava
on all screens

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swamp tree
parodied by
its reflection

holding it
under

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fire trucks
one after another
into the sunset

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porcupine
grazing at dark
unreadable weeds

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right at dusk
that old coyote-
shaped hole

nosing wild
onions

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ruffed grouse
the split second
before LAUNCH

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The angel with a flaming sword as a middle-aged gardener, standing astride the cosmos going whack whack whack at every planet unfortunate enough to have been parasitized by intelligent life.

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your pale face
brushed by moth wings
without moon

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barn swallows night nesting nesting

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a glow
from the quarry
jacklighting deer

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stars among clouds
I feel for
my missing teeth

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sleeping
with the sky
for a quilt

the heat
of my sunburn

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What does it mean to be a chaser of oblivion? Will the stars throw down their spears?

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off alone
in the cosmos
forest pool

ripples left by
a bat’s swift drink


Process notes

Is this a haibun, a linked verse sequence, or just a bunch of haiku with some tanka and random thoughts thrown in? All of the above. What it really is is a bunch of things written at dusk or after dark on my Notes app. Since my phone doesn’t shoot good video in low-light conditions, though, it may or may not end up in a videopoem. It could also be the start of a new series. Time will tell.

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