The latest instalment in our haiku column by Louise Gerodias.
with you i have learned love
is utopia & dystopia at the same time.
so love is Earth
This city unfolds along a watery spine. Small fishing hooks dip into the water from both sides, and white birds rest among the waves.
in a utopia
i would have
more time to…
To make up for the lack of peacocks in Peacock Grocery below my apartment building, me and my Cousin Anan would buy mini M&Ms to cheer ourselves up, before our Ammas took us to walk in and out the little streets between the buildings and villas of Passport Road, Abu Dhabi…
Once there was more song than birds,
and the birds did not mind because they had trees,
and the trees did not mind because they had enough earth…
Imagine, underneath our feet, millions of arms holding onto one another. Imagine, our branches stretching towards the sky in a giant yawn …
Continuing our haiku series with a meditation on the destruction of the earth and dystopian futures. Featuring mixed-media artwork by Ian Priest
Tonight, the TV reports, herds of cattle throw themselves into the flames of the Amazon and roll out in batches …
how many hands did god
cut – makers
of coffeebeans & compost &
how many hands…
Donald was wearing the jeans that showed off
His butt. His shirt said, “Meet Me At The Sex Club.”