Kris Lindbeck
@krislindbeck.bsky.social
Haiku etc.. Also, Jewish Studies, Christianity, Buddhism, art and cool science stuff. Some politics . . .
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Kris Lindbeck
@krislindbeck.bsky.social
· Oct 24
How to Write Bad Haiku
A humorous guide to writing "bad" haiku -- mediocre and boring ones -- whose goal is to help people write and edit haiku better.
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I few years ago I wrote a tongue-in-cheek guide to writing literary haiku called "How to Write Bad Haiku."
It also has a picture of the late great Jabberwok, who was tortoiseshell with white patches, and whom I miss.
Enjoy!
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It also has a picture of the late great Jabberwok, who was tortoiseshell with white patches, and whom I miss.
Enjoy!
discover.hubpages.com/literature/H...
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That is the surprise
That the kindness was not an affect, but a choice
And that kindness in its entirety is very freakish
And weird, the real kind.
Dorothea Lasky
That the kindness was not an affect, but a choice
And that kindness in its entirety is very freakish
And weird, the real kind.
Dorothea Lasky
November 26, 2025 at 2:05 PM
That is the surprise
That the kindness was not an affect, but a choice
And that kindness in its entirety is very freakish
And weird, the real kind.
Dorothea Lasky
That the kindness was not an affect, but a choice
And that kindness in its entirety is very freakish
And weird, the real kind.
Dorothea Lasky
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Devotion
the criminals in old stories fear hell
i fear something nearer
becoming the kind of person
who can no longer be surprised
by their own harm
i fear the smoothness of habit
when it has forgotten its reasons
and that fear
too
is a form of devotion
a devotion to staying awake
#poetry
the criminals in old stories fear hell
i fear something nearer
becoming the kind of person
who can no longer be surprised
by their own harm
i fear the smoothness of habit
when it has forgotten its reasons
and that fear
too
is a form of devotion
a devotion to staying awake
#poetry
November 26, 2025 at 2:26 PM
Devotion
the criminals in old stories fear hell
i fear something nearer
becoming the kind of person
who can no longer be surprised
by their own harm
i fear the smoothness of habit
when it has forgotten its reasons
and that fear
too
is a form of devotion
a devotion to staying awake
#poetry
the criminals in old stories fear hell
i fear something nearer
becoming the kind of person
who can no longer be surprised
by their own harm
i fear the smoothness of habit
when it has forgotten its reasons
and that fear
too
is a form of devotion
a devotion to staying awake
#poetry
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In English, someone who is being persistently annoying can be referred to as a “pain in the arse.” My favourite German equivalent is Nervensäge, which means “nerve saw”
November 25, 2025 at 4:57 PM
In English, someone who is being persistently annoying can be referred to as a “pain in the arse.” My favourite German equivalent is Nervensäge, which means “nerve saw”
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Many thanks to Rowan Beckett Minor and Kelly Sargent for including me in #FemkuMag, Issue 40, Autumn/Winter 2025.
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#micropoetry #haiku #writingcommunity
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#micropoetry #haiku #writingcommunity
November 26, 2025 at 2:16 PM
Many thanks to Rowan Beckett Minor and Kelly Sargent for including me in #FemkuMag, Issue 40, Autumn/Winter 2025.
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#micropoetry #haiku #writingcommunity
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#micropoetry #haiku #writingcommunity
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A commentary from Nicholas Klacsanzky on my haiku. Thanks Nick for the honour!
haikucommentary.wordpress.com
#haiku #micropoetry #writingcommunity #haikucommentary
haikucommentary.wordpress.com
#haiku #micropoetry #writingcommunity #haikucommentary
Haiku Commentary
Digging deep into the small things
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November 26, 2025 at 2:21 PM
A commentary from Nicholas Klacsanzky on my haiku. Thanks Nick for the honour!
haikucommentary.wordpress.com
#haiku #micropoetry #writingcommunity #haikucommentary
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#haiku #micropoetry #writingcommunity #haikucommentary
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"Slaght’s riveting account renders this remote experience with exhilarating immediacy" writes @ccaryl.bsky.social in his review of Tigers Between Empires, one of @readbookpage.bsky.social's Best Books of 2025: books.substack.com/p/review-chr... 📚💙🌍🧪
Review: Christian Caryl Among the Amur Tigers
A new book on saving the tigers of Russia’s far east
books.substack.com
November 25, 2025 at 8:30 PM
"Slaght’s riveting account renders this remote experience with exhilarating immediacy" writes @ccaryl.bsky.social in his review of Tigers Between Empires, one of @readbookpage.bsky.social's Best Books of 2025: books.substack.com/p/review-chr... 📚💙🌍🧪
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I once asked a bookseller at a large indie store how many people would have to buy a book for it to get the attention of the store buyer and cause an additional order and they said: Three.
I see some book piracy discourse, and, to make a positive argument in favor of buying books, your marginal ability to influence what books get published and support the careers of writers you like is massive compared to most other forms of media.
November 25, 2025 at 11:07 PM
I once asked a bookseller at a large indie store how many people would have to buy a book for it to get the attention of the store buyer and cause an additional order and they said: Three.
@lokiofcontrol.bsky.social thanks...
November 26, 2025 at 1:21 AM
@lokiofcontrol.bsky.social thanks...
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I’ve been running around asking tech execs and academics if language was the same as intelligence for over a year now - and, well, it isn’t. @benjaminjriley.bsky.social explains how the bubble is built on ignoring cutting-edge research into the science of thought www.theverge.com/ai-artificia...
November 25, 2025 at 1:54 PM
I’ve been running around asking tech execs and academics if language was the same as intelligence for over a year now - and, well, it isn’t. @benjaminjriley.bsky.social explains how the bubble is built on ignoring cutting-edge research into the science of thought www.theverge.com/ai-artificia...
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Why did the crab cross the road? To get to the other tide! 🦀
when we say we want more streets to be pedestrianized, this is what we mean
November 25, 2025 at 6:03 PM
Why did the crab cross the road? To get to the other tide! 🦀
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Happy #KidLitArtPostcard day, I'm an author/illustrator who likes writing about animals and kids having adventures. I'm currently seeking an agent, see my website for more art: johnlechner.com 🍄🐸 #kidlitart
November 6, 2025 at 6:47 PM
Happy #KidLitArtPostcard day, I'm an author/illustrator who likes writing about animals and kids having adventures. I'm currently seeking an agent, see my website for more art: johnlechner.com 🍄🐸 #kidlitart
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I don't have children or student loans, and I bought a house with money left to me when my mother died, and I never leave those three things out of the "how did you transition into freelancing full time" conversation because otherwise it is WILDLY disingenuous to talk about how writing pays my bills
And the folks who are actually writing full-time generally only got there after years of day jobs, family support, or both.
The point of sharing this is not to demoralize anyone, but to let emerging writers know they're not failing if they can't make a living off writing alone. Almost no one can.
The point of sharing this is not to demoralize anyone, but to let emerging writers know they're not failing if they can't make a living off writing alone. Almost no one can.
almost every novelist you read who's not from the airport fiction or bestseller sections is working a full on day job, including multi-award winners and absolute legends, or they have a spouse or trust that supports them. virtually across the board. just normalize in your mind that's how it works.
November 26, 2025 at 12:09 AM
I don't have children or student loans, and I bought a house with money left to me when my mother died, and I never leave those three things out of the "how did you transition into freelancing full time" conversation because otherwise it is WILDLY disingenuous to talk about how writing pays my bills
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I just sent this to a friend and felt compelled to share here:
Something I just had to remind myself as I struggle to be motivated to do anything and wade through grief I thought I had released: healing isn't linear. It might not feel like it, but progress is being made. 💖
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Something I just had to remind myself as I struggle to be motivated to do anything and wade through grief I thought I had released: healing isn't linear. It might not feel like it, but progress is being made. 💖
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November 26, 2025 at 12:57 AM
I just sent this to a friend and felt compelled to share here:
Something I just had to remind myself as I struggle to be motivated to do anything and wade through grief I thought I had released: healing isn't linear. It might not feel like it, but progress is being made. 💖
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Something I just had to remind myself as I struggle to be motivated to do anything and wade through grief I thought I had released: healing isn't linear. It might not feel like it, but progress is being made. 💖
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"It's a rare gift, to know where you need to be, before you've been to all the places you don't need to be."
-Ursula K. Le Guin
-Ursula K. Le Guin
November 25, 2025 at 9:46 PM
"It's a rare gift, to know where you need to be, before you've been to all the places you don't need to be."
-Ursula K. Le Guin
-Ursula K. Le Guin
all the poems
torn, crumpled, burnt
the songs unwritten
Evanescent as birdsong
sacred as spring's first frog
#tanka in response
torn, crumpled, burnt
the songs unwritten
Evanescent as birdsong
sacred as spring's first frog
#tanka in response
A lot of what we call “the canon” is not “the best” so much as “the survived” - the work that got copied, funded, taught, archived, distributed, translated, reprinted, passed hand to hand.
November 26, 2025 at 12:35 AM
all the poems
torn, crumpled, burnt
the songs unwritten
Evanescent as birdsong
sacred as spring's first frog
#tanka in response
torn, crumpled, burnt
the songs unwritten
Evanescent as birdsong
sacred as spring's first frog
#tanka in response
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Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings.
Not all things are blest, but the seeds
of all things are blest.
The blessing is in the seed.
This moment, this seed,
this look, this instant of love.
One life, or the faring stars.
🌱🌿🍁
#poem excerpt: Muriel Rukeyser
#micropoem
#art Mary Jo Hoffman
Not all things are blest, but the seeds
of all things are blest.
The blessing is in the seed.
This moment, this seed,
this look, this instant of love.
One life, or the faring stars.
🌱🌿🍁
#poem excerpt: Muriel Rukeyser
#micropoem
#art Mary Jo Hoffman
November 25, 2025 at 11:57 PM
Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings.
Not all things are blest, but the seeds
of all things are blest.
The blessing is in the seed.
This moment, this seed,
this look, this instant of love.
One life, or the faring stars.
🌱🌿🍁
#poem excerpt: Muriel Rukeyser
#micropoem
#art Mary Jo Hoffman
Not all things are blest, but the seeds
of all things are blest.
The blessing is in the seed.
This moment, this seed,
this look, this instant of love.
One life, or the faring stars.
🌱🌿🍁
#poem excerpt: Muriel Rukeyser
#micropoem
#art Mary Jo Hoffman
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November 25, 2025 at 11:58 PM
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Ikkyū sits
in the marketplace
and tries to explain
everything:
Here’s what he says
to a soldier:
A tree is
the palm of my hand
and the face
of all there is
in the universe
to wonder about
It is the tree to heaven
and its roots start
in my heart and yours
—-
From my mad monk Ikkyu book
in the marketplace
and tries to explain
everything:
Here’s what he says
to a soldier:
A tree is
the palm of my hand
and the face
of all there is
in the universe
to wonder about
It is the tree to heaven
and its roots start
in my heart and yours
—-
From my mad monk Ikkyu book
November 25, 2025 at 6:21 PM
Ikkyū sits
in the marketplace
and tries to explain
everything:
Here’s what he says
to a soldier:
A tree is
the palm of my hand
and the face
of all there is
in the universe
to wonder about
It is the tree to heaven
and its roots start
in my heart and yours
—-
From my mad monk Ikkyu book
in the marketplace
and tries to explain
everything:
Here’s what he says
to a soldier:
A tree is
the palm of my hand
and the face
of all there is
in the universe
to wonder about
It is the tree to heaven
and its roots start
in my heart and yours
—-
From my mad monk Ikkyu book
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finding fleeting always yes
November 25, 2025 at 1:25 PM
finding fleeting always yes
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“Joseph Yesurun Pinto, a 31 year-old Anglo-Dutch émigré in the autumn of 1760, had led New York’s Shearith Israel synagogue for barely a year when the second notice appeared in the papers...” From Junto #archives: I wrote about early fast & #Thanksgiving days 🗃️ earlyamericanists.com/2014/11/27/c...
Contested Rites
Today, enjoy a moveable feast: the story of fasts and thanksgivings in early America.
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November 25, 2025 at 11:46 PM
“Joseph Yesurun Pinto, a 31 year-old Anglo-Dutch émigré in the autumn of 1760, had led New York’s Shearith Israel synagogue for barely a year when the second notice appeared in the papers...” From Junto #archives: I wrote about early fast & #Thanksgiving days 🗃️ earlyamericanists.com/2014/11/27/c...
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You know, I'm not sure I ever really read the Pond Rules at our local nature preserve all that closely before
November 25, 2025 at 1:24 AM
You know, I'm not sure I ever really read the Pond Rules at our local nature preserve all that closely before
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slow orbit
i keep returning
to the same small grief
not to suffer it
but to place it
more carefully
until it becomes
not a wound i circle
but a cairn
and my days
move around it
like a quiet vow
to remember well
#poetry
i keep returning
to the same small grief
not to suffer it
but to place it
more carefully
until it becomes
not a wound i circle
but a cairn
and my days
move around it
like a quiet vow
to remember well
#poetry
November 25, 2025 at 11:30 PM
slow orbit
i keep returning
to the same small grief
not to suffer it
but to place it
more carefully
until it becomes
not a wound i circle
but a cairn
and my days
move around it
like a quiet vow
to remember well
#poetry
i keep returning
to the same small grief
not to suffer it
but to place it
more carefully
until it becomes
not a wound i circle
but a cairn
and my days
move around it
like a quiet vow
to remember well
#poetry
Thread . . . who would think the suit guy would quote C.S. Lewis . . . to excellent effect.
A friend who teaches theology shared with me a post about CS Lewis's Mere Christianity, which discusses foundational Christian logic across denominations. It reminded me of Dale's tweet below, and I wanted to share some thoughts here regarding modesty and respectability, which are often hot topics.
November 25, 2025 at 11:36 PM
Thread . . . who would think the suit guy would quote C.S. Lewis . . . to excellent effect.
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I paused, out of breath. The Void had taken all my frustrated screaming and absorbed it.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "You must have heard all this before, countless times."
'only you,' said the Void, 'scream your frustration like you do'
I took a deep breath to resume, then smiled.
"Thanks."
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "You must have heard all this before, countless times."
'only you,' said the Void, 'scream your frustration like you do'
I took a deep breath to resume, then smiled.
"Thanks."
November 24, 2025 at 6:13 PM
I paused, out of breath. The Void had taken all my frustrated screaming and absorbed it.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "You must have heard all this before, countless times."
'only you,' said the Void, 'scream your frustration like you do'
I took a deep breath to resume, then smiled.
"Thanks."
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "You must have heard all this before, countless times."
'only you,' said the Void, 'scream your frustration like you do'
I took a deep breath to resume, then smiled.
"Thanks."