Litany

A maple leaf is
impaled on a rusty barb-
     wire fence and the wind
     has been muttering, under
     its breath, all its usual
     drunken litany of threats.

Pawn Shop Window

I should tell you that
while you were admiring your
     own reflection in
     the pawn shop window, a bright
          red feather has been circling
          you on a whirlpool of wind.

Coyotes / Crickets / Whippoorwills

The night is alive
with the three-part harmony
     of coyotes, crickets
     and whippoorwills (with the odd,
     sporadic accomp’niment
     of high-caliber gunfire).

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Author’s note:  Bussokusekika is a rare form of Japanese poetry that consists of six lines written in a 5-7-5-7-7-7 mora pattern. Arising during the Nara period, the form had essentially died out by the Heian period. For centuries, the only existing examples were the twenty one poems inscribed beside the stone Buddha Foot monument at Yakushi Temple in Nara, Japan, by an unknown author around 753 CE. Though not of particular literary value, the pieces—written in Man’yĹŤgana, a medieval syllabic script—have religious significance: the first seventeen praise Buddha and his life while the last four extol the four-fold Buddhist path and advise against worldly attachments.

Selected byRaymond Huffman
Image credit:Ahmed Zayan
Jason Ryberg

Jason Ryberg is the author of nineteen books of poetry,

six screenplays, a few short stories, a box full of folders,

notebooks and scraps of paper that could one day be

(loosely) construed as a novel, and countless

love letters (never sent). He is currently an artist-in-

residence at both The Prospero Institute of Disquieted

P/o/e/t/i/c/s and the Osage Arts Community, and is an

editor and designer at Spartan Books. His latest collection

of poems is “Bullet Holes in the Mailbox (Cigarette Burns

in the Sheets) (Back of the Class Press, 2024).”

He lives part-time in Kansas City, MO with a rooster

named Little Red and a Billy-goat named Giuseppe,

and part-time somewhere in the Ozarks, near the

Gasconade River, where there are also many strange

and wonderful woodland critters.