Haiga Archive

never more
id, superego
and ego…
AI joining
the crowd

your love
raising me from
the ashes
and i fear so
a cold hearth again

my vision blurred
i need not a doctor for
the eyes
this pain of forgiveness
healing my torn heart

these smashing winds
let them pound on our
young love
while we are building
our own babel tower

gathering
my thoughts from the bottom of
the pond
the nocturnal bird’s call echoes
from the glistening bass scales

silent echo
of the northern lights—
young paleontologist

fishing
still as a stump
the heron and I