An ink blot, perhaps a psychiatrist’s trap—these dollops of goo may be a polyp or two from some inflamed gut. Then I think: maybe not. Getting worse, my hysteria.... It might possibly be a sea anemone—Actiniaria. Asexual division’s an alternative to spewing eggs and sperm through your mouth. Well, that’s what they do. I guess everyone has their idea of fun. Then—come again—it might be modern art; a splat like a rash.... Joking apart, funny they pay so much cash for that stuff.

I often wonder
how my analyst feels
about Monet

Keith Evetts

is a retired British diplomat who lives in the UK. His scientific papers are published in Nature and elsewhere; his long-form poetry in The Oxford Magazine and Linnet’s Wings; his cherita in The Cherita; and his haiku and related short forms in Blithe Spirit, Cattails, Cold Moon Journal, Failed Haiku, Heliosparrow, Mambu, Presence, Prune Juice, The Asahi Shimbun, Wales Haiku Journal, World Haiku Review, and at The Haiku Foundation. His work has been anthologized in the Red Moon Anthologies of haiku and haibun, and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Touchstone Awards.

Evetts is listed among the European Top 100 Haiku Authors in 2021, and hosts the weekly haiku commentary feature at The Haiku Foundation. He’s married, with five children, a grey parrot, and a sense of humour.