New Haikus

•7 May, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Rains through the night
Suicidal worms, on
concrete graveyards.

In the warmth
Mayflies dance.
A day of life!

I don’t know why
the maples bud
before the blizzard

Recent Poetry

•1 April, 2008 • 1 Comment

The first poem is written in a style that is new to me.  It is a Korean style known as Sijo, and like my haikus I have slightly broken the rules of proper form.  I decided keeping with proper subject matter was more important than keeping with the rules that govern syllabic counts (so long as a proper  rhythm  is maintained, it isn’t that important anyway).  I have opted to write the poem in three lines, although six lines is also acceptable when writing Sijo.



I heard the Chickadees sing songs of Spring last week.

Cirrus clouds, stretched and still on silent blue sky.

Still a foot of snow buries my sorrows. 



I have written haikus, or poems that mimic haikus, for several years.  This poem is one of them.



Wind lost snowflake drifting,

There is no fate.  so I ask,

“Where will I fall?” 

Uncle Sanders

•1 April, 2008 • 1 Comment

The image below is a vector illustration that I did for my AD234 course. My prof wanted a decent vector illustration from us to gauge where the class was as far as ability is concerned. I don’t think he’ll be disappointed by mine. Granted it only took me an hour or two, I’m fairly confident that it will be better than the average. I took a peek at some of the other pieces produced by my classmates and there were quite a few that just flat out sucked. Most were overly simplified and a lot of them did not show any sort of proficiency in program use.

There isn’t really any significance behind the illustration, it’s just funny. It could be considered a humorous commentary on the government’s use and manipulation of businesses in the private sector and the way these businesses also use and manipulate our own government for their own gain. Sadly, it is us the regular Americans that shoulder the burden of these partnerships with our tax dollars.

On a side note, I don’t eat fast food at all.

Uncle Sanders