I dont know how to define what I have composed. Is it a haiku? Is it a moku? Is it pseudo haiku? Is it a new form of fiction? Beneath are two of my early attempts. What I admire about haiku is what I found interesting about Hughes. Intense emotion condensed into minute lines...
Admirable. (my attempts may not be...)
The cockroach squeals.
Other species are terrified.
It sticks to my slippers.
Other species are terrified.
It sticks to my slippers.
The CD player stops.
The UPS turns on.
The banes of living in a city.
The UPS turns on.
The banes of living in a city.
