Monday, 31 July 2017

現代俳句 July 2017

By Rory A.A. Hinton

July 2017

Saturday July 01, 2017
Cocaine colored
Computer cards.
Sleeved mutiny

Sunday July 02, 2017
Drive desire
Dying down. 
Keep quiet

Monday July 03, 2017
Black swan
Lake front.
Big buddha

Tuesday July 04, 2017
Three months
Later nudges.
Under orders

Wednesday July 05, 2017
Aging man
Diva young.
Photo bomb

Thursday July 06, 2017
Curious card
Carrying friend.
Distant remains

Friday July 07, 2017
Short work
Weak peek.
Peak week

Saturday July 08, 2017
Romantic monk
Falling leftover.
Ironic discipline

Sunday July 09, 2017
Mein path
Less frozen.
Warm heart

Monday July 10, 2017
King street
Queen Bee.
She’s crafty

Tuesday July 11, 2017
Look ring
Bling alert.
Stay away

Wednesday July 12, 2017
Left side
Leg pain. 
Sit back

Thursday July 13, 2017
Valiant effort
Less stress.
Tragic magic

Friday July 14, 2017
First week
Knee stretch.
Chair warrior

Saturday July 15, 2017
Lion roaring
Engine sings.
Formula won

Sunday July 16, 2017
Shape shifting
Space drifting.
Reflective gap

Monday July 17, 2017
Death comes
Fully aware. 
No prisoners

Tuesday July 18, 2017
Unshaved singer
Coughing chants.
No credentials

Wednesday July 19, 2017
Magical memory
Method madness.
Mendicant monster

Thursday July 20, 2017
Wits ending
Begin again.
Open gaps

Friday July 21, 2017
Tibetan power
Outage secret.
Sane view

Saturday July 22, 2017
Death retreat
Hermit wish.
Alley ally

Sunday July 23, 2017
Personal project
Residue returns.
Lonely journey

Monday July 24, 2017
Good writing
Difficult find. 
USB sticks

Tuesday July 25, 2017
Con fess
Up man. 
Get set

Wednesday July 26, 2017
Writer’s block
Chain gang.
Finance this

Thursday July 27, 2017
One drive
In time.
All there

Friday July 28, 2017
Cold sweat
Head ache.
Not well

Saturday July 29, 2017
Direct tantra
Haiku poetry.
Crazy trickery

Sunday July 30, 2017
Ordinary mein
Fields dreams.
Mind bombs

Monday July 31, 2017
Butchering IT
Company man.
Mature leader

Patrick Harbron. Mutiny Up My Sleeve. 1978.

Saturday, 29 July 2017


By Rory A.A. Hinton


Thursday, 6 July 2017

The Old Man On The Hill

By Rory A.A. Hinton

My soul is tired from climbing
Up this sherpaless mountain.
There are no more caves
To stop in and sit down.
There are no more walls
To stare at and see through
Kwai Chang Caine's Kung Fu.

I’m at the point of exhaustion,
On the point of the mountain’s peak.
What’s the point of this exhaustive peek?
To watch a bird leave its nest,
From the top of this secular mountain,
And fly up high into the effortless sky.
Now what?