Tightly pressed Add hidden tram Scent of grass lingers. Wind plots descent... off grid navigation Soon (re)membered.
This piece, from an ol' dear friend, in response to the DOODs inspired haiku deserves a space of its own. Thanks Nick, via NY. blest screeching firetruck across road krishna drums a timpani of souls
Inspired by the work of the Department of Ongoing Digital Situations (DOODS), I found the urban haiku lurking beneath my pen, drawn from the lanes of Melbourne's CBD. Lane derive escapes as concrete mouths hunger... Graffiti lingers.
A collaborative haiku written on a dance floor, the middle three lines written by an unknown person who grabbed the paper and pen, adding his own stream... Thanks to Paul White for paper and pen and for the Earthdance crew for putting on a stonker of a night! driven to, empty drain pulse becoming me... feeling the revelt and always … Continue Reading ››
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