2024-11-21T18:53:00Z ryan rix <lionsrear@whatthefuck.computer> http://v2.rix.si/poetry urn:uid:20241121T184101.107357 2024-11-21T18:53:00Z 2024-11-21T18:53:00Z <article><h2 id="20241121T184101.107357">taking tea with the condemned at &quot;tree prison&quot; </h2><p><a href="/arcology/attachment/729f321fc359110cd9153d4a0413642affe15973ae8750dea5da5072d80942b0-2160.jpg/html" target="_blank"><img src="/attachment/729f321fc359110cd9153d4a0413642affe15973ae8750dea5da5072d80942b0-1080.jpg" alt="2025-02-21_21-05-58_4443536e98bbe0b504a11ad8cff9d756730befd915e5c9e347f37895bfeaef78.jpg" loading="lazy"/></a> </p><p>: a misty warm autumn day and Yunnan&#39;s finest buds : brewed together on a fresh cut tea table : a fir tree stumped, a forest trail thinned </p><p>: horns in the distance still the bird-chatter briefly, : warning of fresh carrion incoming, while truck engines growl in wait </p><p>: to carry more old souls off to become : a house or a table or a shed or some other stature : lower than beautiful big old tree : carbon: captured </p><p>: a neighbor patch stands perfectly 10 feet apart each : their board-straight lines cast geometric shadows : given just enough space to breathe : but never enough time to thrive </p><p>: i linger in the mist with sword fern and native grape : holding up my cup, enjoying it alone </p><p>: watching meadow grass take over what was once forest floor : we&#39;d call it a lovely savannah if it weren&#39;t all : paint-marked firs lamenting their board-straight compatriots </p><p><div class="page-flex"><div class="item"> </p><p><a href="/arcology/attachment/e1c8dffd4c6f75f89d849c0a0e3e91c5dfa0824f8bb5b6551f593b257c5c4e8a-2160.jpg/html" target="_blank"><img src="/attachment/e1c8dffd4c6f75f89d849c0a0e3e91c5dfa0824f8bb5b6551f593b257c5c4e8a-1080.jpg" alt="2025-02-21_21-06-08_df347af4988b663abcf3d52bdcd036a9f7132062ff056d5d0c5bc80c7955c05e.jpg" loading="lazy"/></a> </p><p></div> <div class="item"> </p><p><a href="/arcology/attachment/2193b56d75cb7519e8967a2612b00b0053b879177034991feff416f39ca92732-2160.jpg/html" target="_blank"><img src="/attachment/2193b56d75cb7519e8967a2612b00b0053b879177034991feff416f39ca92732-1080.jpg" alt="2025-02-21_21-06-22_d735e41f766d214c3130d09041a98b88d8f8d19b95bba1843c0b564ef229dc58.jpg" loading="lazy"/></a> </p><p></div> </div> </p></article> urn:uid:20231229T223510.795910 2023-12-29T22:30:00Z 2023-12-29T22:30:00Z <article><h2 id="20231229T223510.795910">While flying home over Nevada and eastern California</h2><p>: looking down five miles : arroyos carve the desert floors : pit mine tailings too </p><p>I had composed another while I was in phoenix in the same situation as the <a href="//v2.rix.si/poetry#20230210T104332.384173">spontaneous haiku</a> from last year but I lost them before I got to a pen. Alas. </p></article> urn:uid:20230210T104357.118665 2023-02-12T20:15:00Z 2023-02-12T20:15:00Z <article><h2 id="20230210T104357.118665"><time>2023-02-09</time> green wave</h2><p>: riding with joy while : big machines chomp at the bit : -- green wave on the bike </p></article> urn:uid:20230210T104332.384173 2022-12-26T12:00:00Z 2022-12-26T12:00:00Z <article><h2 id="20230210T104332.384173">Spontaneous haiku composed <time>2022-12-26</time> for no one in particular while walking through <a href="/404?node=bc9620b5-fb92-45a6-a69c-4ad3d8cd14a3" class="unpublished">Phoenix, AZ</a> late at night:</h2><p>: sodium lamps&#39; buzz : can do little to mask the : nearby highway&#39;s groan </p><p>: the end of the line, : inefficient bus transit : hazard lights blinking </p><p>: a mile here, mile there. : easy to say in a place : built around big cars </p><p>: drainage overflowing, : but only on the sidewalk -- : all this for fake sod?? </p></article>