Haiga Archive

counting the decades left—
a developing interest in
astronomy
without the numbers
(Pge 3/10)

what good were
my girls who grew up and left me?
feeding the birds at night
(page 2/10)

you’re up there
above the azores—
in your old room
a little cloud of incense
(page 1/10)

will o’ the wisp
what we choose
to miss or see

spider silk—
the dreams
that came true

a blush of pink—
one day
becomes
today

after all
the scent of blossom
in the fruit