Ten haiku by critic Andrew Hamlin

• Poplars line
• far too long a short walk
• to the lake

• Train switching tracks
• never finishes...
• world spring run down

• Anubis, white-eyed
• in obsidian, glares —
• pinned to his wall

• Moon silver
• the samurai’s hilt shakes
• with his exhale

• Spotlights in the clouds
• I’ll wonder why, for awhile...
• this spring night

• Our drummer’s sick...
• watching tiny bubbles climb
• the water bottle

• Waning moon
• sets slowly past my cell door...
• cold enough for socks

• My old school
• rubber stamps, expired years
• scattered in a drawer

• War’s over...
• doodlebugs stuck fast
• in a treacle bucket

• A gnat lands
• dead center in a ring
• left by the beer can

Andrew Hamlin likes to photograph shoes and write about dog shit. He was born and raised in Seattle, where he resides today. He attended Evergreen State College, where he wrote and edited arts coverage for the Cooper Point Journal. He is the film critic for Northwest Asian Weekly, and he’s published arts coverage and criticism in the San Diego Reader, Village Voice, Seattle Times, Seattle Weekly, Goldmine, and other publications. He misses Helen Wiggin. Hamlin’s website is www.andrewhamlin.org.