Haiga Archive

at the old pond…
full of frogs
a heron burps

St. Benedict
always we begin again—
fox dens in fallen trees

thanksgiving turkey trot
keep your tail feathers down
silence the gobbler

when ‘us’ shrinks to ‘me’
community dissolves fast
the commons grows weeds

still life
at the core
one brown seed

graduation day
even the sky
opens up

‘do unto others as they have done unto you’
retaliation…
dressed up in shining slogans
sold as common sense