Johannes S. H. Bjerg: a Dane who writes in Danish and
English simultaneously and mainly haiku and haiku related forms. 1 of 3 of the
editors of Bones - “Journal for contemporary haiku”
(http://www.bonesjournal.com), and sole editor of “the other bunny - for the
other kind of haibun” (http://theotherbunny.wordpress.com) and “One Link Chain”
- a blog for solo linked verse and haiku
sequences (http://onelinkchain.blogspot.dk/) Has published several books:
http://january-stones.blogspot.dk/p/books.html
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leaf let’s
:
pro nouns
:
stiuped
:
flickerererer
:
glewed would
:
nightrainnightrainnightrainnig
:
myopicture
:
pill grim
:
bird s pill
:
availabable
:
cliir
:
funnitics
:
seeing it
w/o swooning
life’s stranger
:::
DEAFINITIONS:
another poem about tea: blocked highlights
:
squeeze a swan lightly: neural network
:
combining economy and finger: desert islands
:
what’s left of Bedouins: an eye born in secret
:
sleep and the art of predicting the future: a mountain in a matchbox
:
part moth part flame: a finger pointing at itself
:
Bresson’s smoker and the virgin: mirrored trains
:
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-tude
in a night's house
cloth and doom
:
to avoid the Iness
a start
a
meal
:
pain of hand
perhaps it's French?
:
this place has a name.
we're strangers
:
took a while to get used to writing the new
year's digits
now: a magpiedusk
:
a bit longer than a thought dusk
:
for a while a room full of Chopin
:
it is
dusk
:
not like winter
a smoke
&
tinned sardines
:
your pain
wakes up
before you do
and your word
for it
dreams
:
some lawns gives birth to four shadows
:
fake star
:
I say to myself:
look! magpie!
and I look.
:
just enough wind alive
:
eye movemnet
:
c rossion
:
sea
-inging
:
it's a competion why the ball jumps
:
no need for a language
facing
an orange
:
I can turn on the tv and hear voices
:
orangeing
:
the village
is on a map
I am
somewhere
:
my phone camera sees me
:
Sund
ay
when
the cloud
is
:
I talk
you talk
he she and certainly it talks
tonoone
:
if you say so
there's a sun
up there
(thought it was a secret )
:
buy the burn-outs make a circus
:
that cooked
chicken
that aching
thumb
that
yes
that
thatyesthat :repeat
:
slow low owls
:
doesn't
mean
a thing
a thing
:
after the second espresso the third
I live
:
what changed the world last year might do it
again: I move the chair back
***
Martyrs
of the In Betweens
the
furious and the non-believers all with cold feet
what
an arrow a viola can draw
listening
to Saturn my room on a pin-head fills with moths
measure
who
touched by dust rose
the
little that’s an eye and turned away
more
strings and yet her voice still
if
Heaven’s a boat in a lake in a thimble if
a
fallen city on their legs and dogs
who
spoke and went away returning as the white in paper
not
enough birds to tell
adjusting
the apple to cast its shadow along the pain
after
a’ll
for
the gathering of leaves in a virginal place