zen nihilism
abbey yew
even in the dream
am alone
bone spur
we don’t break
like horses
shovel browning
the pool has gotten
smaller
granulated sugar . . .
who will save
the pictures?
this is a sad story
he thought
and awoke
whoppers springtime
bird of prey
overhead gliding
red-berried moonseed
the moss
drifts from tree to tree
scarlet bottlebrush
flood stage
an alligator
acting smug
cremation
of care
funeral home
lady in waiting
the beetle spreads
its wings
in short
wisdom tooth
hanging gardens
of babylon
long lie
a few weak spasms
from the peace flag
purim
pulling the
starter cord
with
child
holding
abridged biography:
writes utopia
gets beheaded
indian giving
reverse victim
and offender
golden ratio
can comment if certainly
won’t share, don’t like
right
of asylum
mother pool
cock crows
embracing the popular
vernacular
join our voice
with the youngsters’
know the song
Jerome Berglund
Jerome Berglund has worked as everything from dishwasher to paralegal, night watchman to assembler of heart valves. Many haiku, haiga and haibun he’s written have been exhibited or are forthcoming online and in print, most recently in bottle rockets, Seashores, and Presence. His full-length collections of poetry were released by Setu, Meat For Tea, Mōtus Audāx press, and an electronic chapbook of collaborative tan-ku co-authored with Melissa Dennison is available now at no charge from Hot Button Press.