Haiga Archive

truce—
let’s forget the war
for a bit
even
over a cup of coffee

mom’s cookies
the different shapes and colors
of one love

hammock
almost touching
the stars

hamac
presque toucher
les étoiles

first rose
all the perfume
is mine

summer boredom the shape of an empty snail shell

doctor’s diagnosis
the moment each moment
becomes priceless

fresh breeze
in the heart of the morning glory
remnants of rain
should I forgive
or just try to forget?