Haiga Archive

lost in twilight—
a fish hook glints
on the long-line

leaf litter…
he turns over
an old thong

car wreck
the plastic elvis
still smiling

I try to step
quietly into the emptiness
of our spare room
but the walls echo back—mocking
this blood when I prayed for none

low tide
a child’s shoe
bleeds red

crescent moon
she takes away a slice
of coconut

in the night
a black swan landed
with stars at its back.
I envied her when she left
and let go of this world…