Rob Walker
rob walker’s first full collection micromacro (Seaview Press) was delivered in 2006 after a twenty year gestation period. He’s published online, onpage, onradio and onCD. His latest chapbook is phobiaphobia – poems of fear and anxiety (Picaro Press). He moved to Himeji, Japan in January 2008.
cello
we drift
into sleep. my hand
an explorer wandering
your familiar valleys and
mountains playing the
xylophone of your
back. you are a cello
my hand languid
draped on
your
waist
for
an
8
bar
rest
Danny in Detention
Dad works at Hills but he
hasta go to the physio. for his
arm. whennie was a kid his bruvva useta twist is arma
round. me bruvva & me fight
all the time he’s 16 I’m 11 but
I can bash im up. he’s psycho
he calls me pissweak so I bash
im. dad belted me. I adta go to
bed ungry. me bruvva works at
kfc. dozen gimme nuffin. dad’s
got is own playstation in the lounge. dozen
lettuce uzit tho
The koan before the satori
(a long haiku / short tanka)
One hand is clapping in a forest,
unseen
The other crushed by a falling tree,
presumably
also unseen
Koan: a Zen teaching riddle
Satori: the spiritual goal of Zen Buddhism, roughly translating as individual Enlightenment, or a flash of sudden awareness