Haiga Archive

finger-wag
thou shalt not covet
thy neighbour’s green thumb

eclipse
the ravens have swallowed
their shadows

field tomatoes
relishing the flavour
of flavour

I hand-stitch
a bereavement quilt
through the night
silver threads unwind
from spools of my tears

motherboard glitches
a sticky buildup of plaque
between the neurons

and still
I am cut to the heart
by these blades
of wild iris swaying
around your tomb

sometimes
it all seems too much
to bear,
but then comes the rain
and a wood thrush singing