The Free Renbun Thread ***READ RULES**

[davet]

Ever a caterpillar, a paper white in the becoming.

ruby red ring-pop
empty cars on the night-train

[Hansha Teki]

touch the void
blue-green lichen
eat the walls

Ever a caterpillar, a paper white in the becoming.

[Ray Caligiuri]

My mind drifts in the humid twilight, all the windows are open and so are the children’s doors, so we sit in silence as the darkness gathers, hoping the heat will break soon. Listening to the rhythmic hum of the fan, I stretch my arm up and open my palm toward the ceiling, splaying my fingers into the pale light, and am suddenly reminded of the painted handprints in the caves of Lascaux. So much forgotten history between this moment and that one aeons ago, and yet something of it lives on still.

touch the void
blue-green lichen
eat the walls

[Clayton Beach]

polar shift
red ochre and charcoal
save the day

My mind drifts in the humid twilight, all the windows are open and so are the children’s doors, so we sit in silence as the darkness gathers, hoping the heat will break soon. Listening to the rhythmic hum of the fan, I stretch my arm up and open my palm toward the ceiling, splaying my fingers into the pale light, and am suddenly reminded of the painted handprints in the caves of Lascaux. So much forgotten history between this moment and that one aeons ago, and yet something of it lives on still.

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[Hansha Teki]

I wake with a start to feel the grind of marbles in my mouth then I wake with a start to see the sun’s corona kill the lilies of the field then I start the wake.

polar shift
red ochre and charcoal
save the day

[Ray Caligiuri]

interlude
between your teeth
the taste of nothing

I wake with a start to feel the grind of marbles in my mouth then I wake with a start to see the sun’s corona kill the lilies of the field then I start the wake.

[Michael]

Black and comely is the Shulammite on whom the sun has gazed. Her voice sounds in my ears as sweet as honey from the rock.

interlude
between your teeth
the taste of nothing

[Hansha Teki]

the chipped ivory
of an old Steinway
gathers dust

Black and comely is the Shulammite on whom the sun has gazed. Her voice sounds in my ears as sweet as honey from the rock.

[Clayton Beach]

Unvaccinated, a bat rages against the echolocated elephant in the pen.

the chipped ivory
of an old Steinway
gathers dust

[Hansha Teki]

deepening spring
in the back seat with fish
he learns his fate

Unvaccinated, a bat rages against the echolocated elephant in the pen.

[Michael]

At any other time it wouldn’t matter. Sam dropped the cigarette stub into the gutter then turned to face the casino entrance. His luck would change now, he could feel it. He was bound to get a good hand. As he re-entered, a bouncer dressed in ancient Pharaonic garb grabbed his right hand, splayed it on a table, and cut off Sam’s pinky finger. The bouncer threw him a towel and growled, “We told you last time what would happen if you continued counting cards at The Egyptian”.

deepening spring
in the back seat with fish
he learns his fate

[Ray Caligiuri]

calling his bluff
one suicide king short
of a straight flush

At any other time it wouldn’t matter. Sam dropped the cigarette stub into the gutter then turned to face the casino entrance. His luck would change now, he could feel it. He was bound to get a good hand. As he re-entered, a bouncer dressed in ancient Pharaonic garb grabbed his right hand, splayed it on a table, and cut off Sam’s pinky finger. The bouncer threw him a towel and growled, “We told you last time what would happen if you continued counting cards at The Egyptian”.

[Clayton Beach]

Wound with dust you sit. The Lazy boy you inherited from your father. Your gut you also inherited from your father is there too. A spring day announces itself from an open window. You think of lighting a cigar - one of those cheap ones - but decide you are hungry.
'Hey gut?'
'What?'
'You hungry?'
'Yeah.'
'What you wanna eat?'
'couscous'
'Ok. Let me watch the 4th inning and I'll get to it.'
Your gut sits patiently for the first two outs but then grows impatient and starts playing solitaire with a deck of nude novelty cards.

calling his bluff
one suicide king short
of a straight flush

[Michael]

from moth mouths
the lightness of being
eternally bound

Wound with dust you sit. The Lazy boy you inherited from your father. Your gut you also inherited from your father is there too. A spring day announces itself from an open window. You think of lighting a cigar - one of those cheap ones - but decide you are hungry.
'Hey gut?'
'What?'
'You hungry?'
'Yeah.'
'What you wanna eat?'
'couscous'
'Ok. Let me watch the 4th inning and I'll get to it.'
Your gut sits patiently for the first two outs but then grows inpatient and starts playing solitaire with a deck of nude novelty cards.

[Ray Caligiuri]

What is that? You notice a black spot on your shoulder. Just in view if you scrunch and contort in just the right way. You pick up your phone. You think of googling skin diseases for a moment but decide to call the doctor. The doctor's surgery is closed to non emergency cases, says the receptionist. You go back into the bathroom and contort in just the right way and start prodding the dark mass. To your horror it starts to expand. First the size of a violet. Another obsessive prod. Then the size of Pangaea. At this point the prodding is no longer necessary as the mass starts to move and grow by itself. You stand frozen in horror as it moves over your body growing and shrinking. Your face masked for a moment and then your chest. You watch. And then it starts to peel itself off. Jiggling on the bathroom tiles. What do you want? you ask. The mass gurgles and starts to talk.

from moth mouths
the lightness of being
eternally bound