Haiga Archive

maiko’s dream—
translating swan lake
into japanese

armistice—
from time to time it still falls
a nut on the window

evening stroll
on the seashore—
my old sister
tells me about her new world
after the migration

end of season
withdrawing into applause
the whole band

rural summer—
a hay carriage crosses the hill
close to the moon

sea storm
even the village elders
petrified

daybreak…
the cornflowers and the stars
change their places