Hearing Prophets Singles Style: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

When prophets of God/
speak, your yack yack yacky is/
so tack tack* tacky.

OR
*so gosh darn tacky.

They Always Return To A Clean Home: Revolutionary Email Free Verse Poem

I listened to a Prophet’s voice
on the Sabbath,
then stood on a ladder/
in a frigid Wisconsin lake
to put up a clean bird house,
as directed by my father.

For us both,
holy, cleansing events
have happened
in that same water,
and purple martins
fly in
from Brazil
on the south wind.

Addendum: Just In Time — April 4, 19:23 p.m.
My dad gave me a/
joyful high-five today:The/
martins’ scout found home.

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What To Do On A Snowy Conference Weekend? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

“What will you do on /
this snow day?” “Stay in, listen/
to a Prophet’s voice.”