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Old Man Haiku II

Japanese Print
Japanese Print

Old Man Haiku II

Started to put my
pants on today, but it was
unnecessary.

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Lost Love Haiku

Watanabe Shōzaburō (渡辺庄三郎) (publisher) beautiful women (bijin-ga - 美人画) (genre) modern prints (shin hanga - 新版画) (genre)
Watanabe Shōzaburō (渡辺庄三郎) (publisher) beautiful women (bijin-ga – 美人画) (genre) modern prints (shin hanga – 新版画) (genre)

Lost Love Haiku

I am still looking
under every single
solitary rock.

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Love Haiku 2

"Couple in the morning mist", Mizuno Toshikata (1866-1908) - 1900s
“Couple in the morning mist”, Mizuno Toshikata (1866-1908) – 1900s

Love Haiku 2

Two meteors that
briefly collide on their way
to their own craters.

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Old Man Haiku

paper

Old Man Haiku

I’m looking for the
disappearing haiku that
I wrote yesterday.

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Snohaiku 2015

Snohaiku 2015

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A Life in Art Haiku

A Life in Art Haiku

The old artist’s fate;
eating bouillon and altoids,
hoping fortune smiles.

spent paint tube

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Vampire Haiku

Zugligeti Road Tram Station, Budapest, Hungary
Zugligeti Road Tram Station, Budapest, Hungary

Vampire Haiku

An ache for flesh and
blood drove me to excess when
I was a vampire.

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A Deceptive Idyll

Wedding, 1980
Wedding, 1980, photograph courtesy of David Lebow

The scene above seems idyllic, a wedding in the Fens in Boston. The photograph was sent to me by a friend, Dave Lebow, who appears on the right with his former girlfriend Lorraine Lans. The occasion was my marriage to Corrin Fearn, a violist, the woman seen clutching my arm. Everyone seems happy.

The truth of the matter is that the marriage was a last-ditch effort to shore up a relationship whose supports were already crumbling. Corri and I had lived together for three years, first in Spokane, then Manhattan, Brooklyn and Boston. Shortly after moving to Boston, when Corri had returned from a symphony engagement in Virginia, she tearfully confessed her infidelities to me. She had gone to Virginia with the intention of having a sexual adventure, developed a crush on a fellow musician that was already involved with another woman, and with her crush unrequited picked up a total stranger that she was not particularly attracted to in a bar. She went home with him and fucked him, then spent time with him and his roommate in his hot tub. It was like she’d thrown a grenade into the middle of our relationship. There was really nothing left but shrapnel and body parts.

The immediate fallout would be familiar to anyone who has experienced something similar; anger, arguments, depression, humiliation, loss of trust. There was also hyper-arousal, an attempt to overcome the sense of loss through sheer, desperate erotic effort. The marriage was accompanied by a mutual exchange of surnames, as if smashing our names or bodies together could make us a whole couple again. Nothing really worked.

I had naively thought that I could be understanding, that I could find forgiveness with the passage of time. What came instead was bitter resentment that soured into hatred. For her part Corri compounded the initial humiliation by telling her friends and some of mine of her escapade. I could no longer look at her without recalling how she had stabbed me through the heart.

We were together for another three years. Her affair eclipsed the three years that had come before, and colored the three that followed. I grew increasingly distant, and eventually had my own affairs. These were in part from a cold desire for revenge, but also the result of a feeling of untethered loneliness. In the meantime, I started staying out later, dreaded returning home and was looking for a way out of the relationship. I wanted to believe that I could find love where there was trust without betrayal. During our last year together, Corri and I still had infrequent and perfunctory sex that was devoid of passion or meaning.

Although I can barely remember anything about Corrin Fearn now, I can still easily summon a memory of the pain that her confession caused. It’s a scab that still bleeds when I worry it. It has leaked blood and pus into subsequent relationships. Breaches of trust damage Trust.

I know that there are those who advocate open relationships, the value of affairs in strengthening a marriage, or who simply wax poetic about the thrill of illicit erotic adventure. I’ve never been convinced by their arguments. The majority of people in relationships, even serial monogamists, recognize the destructive effects of cheating. Corrin herself was not interested in an open relationship. Cheaters don’t like cheaters. She wanted the stability that a faithful lover provides, but didn’t accept that one must give to get. If you eliminate the narcissists, the chronic malcontents, sociopaths and bipolar disorder from the conversation, I suspect that the number of champions of open relationships or deception is negligible.

Corrin Fearn and I were divorced in 1982. Although I’ve had other relationships since, I’ve never remarried.

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Drinking Alone Haiku

"Lady washing her hair", Itô Shinsui (1898-1972) - 1952
“Lady washing her hair”, Itô Shinsui (1898-1972) – 1952

Drinking Alone Haiku

I’m drinking alone
‘neath the disapproving gaze
of my ex-lovers.

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Love Is A Drag Haiku


In a Kyoto Sweet Shop, Toshi Yoshida, 1951
In a Kyoto Sweet Shop, Toshi Yoshida, 1951

 

Love Is A Drag Haiku

Love is when someone
drags you against your will through
their unresolved shit.

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