Haiga Archive

quince-flavored hookah
the sailor’s dry finger
draws lines on the sand

learning to tango…
the moonlight dances
sometimes with you
sometimes with me

a sleeping beggar
in the church bell tower
winter peace

the Geminids—
a trembling curtain
of winter sakura

unhappy
a black cat is purring
on the stone table
under a dried chestnut tree
track of a donkey

calloused hands…
baskets of lavender
prolong the sky

broken hourglass—
no other way
towards you