Haiga Archive

I gently strum
a lark’s bleached ribcage…
how long
have you lain here
with your mossy heart

cloud inversion
the mountain not a mountain
after all

the sister
I didn’t know I had
rhizomes

cat-ice
our circle of old friends
grows smaller

our bodies
no more than stardust
we fall
from constellations
and for a moment, shine

the autumn wind
whispers a lament
of longing
I wonder again
why you let me go

sunless day
the sparks of mica
under our boots