From the book published in 2021, The Immediate and No Sooner.
Shadorma 342
11/2/20
His new book
like a haiku of
quite lovely
but zero
sense-making strings of words that
got lost and gave up
Haiku 878
11/2/20
The messy pleasures
of top-heavy ice cream cones
and hot afternoons
Haiku 879
11/10/20
My sticky fingers.
I think maybe he suspects.
His wallet’s empty.
Haiku 880
11/10/20
A hundred more times
she wore the dress. And each time
it was wrong for her.
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
I love the ice cream poem. What a perfect symbol of summer. I like the way you presented the ice cream poem next to the “sticky fingers” one as I assumed it was going to be connected to the mess of the ice cream consumption. The juxtaposition, therefore, contributed to the sense of the reveal about sticky fingers being metaphorical rather than literal.
Thank you. I love it when something like sticky fingers can reverberate and bounce its different meanings among several poems or paragraphs or whatever and enlarge the whole picture. I wish I could say I did this one on purpose but I know I didn’t, unless maybe it was subconscious thinking….
I’m thinking my writing often veers into the first one. But nonsense can make its own sense (or so I tell myself) (k)
I think so. The mind attempts to make connections and in doing that there is often quite a bit of insight gained. But I think the nonsense has to be carefully selected, or whatever. (IF that can actually happen…)
Edited. That’s true. Or maybe rearranged.
I love the first one fiercely.
I wonder at times if it is my mind that is deficient or the writing. Or maybe a bad match between book and reader? But, more and more I feel sure that quite often, the thing just doesn’t make any sense.
I guest we feel when they gave up on their words and then there’s no turning back.
I think you are right, and I hope never to be that person who as you say, gives up on their words (which is a perfect way to describe it).