Haiga Archive

a midnight opal
on a snow white form—
eye of the tern

knothole eye, portal
into a story of loss
…creation’s endgame

coydogs
hybrid or mixd breed
streetwise & wild

salmon run one last visit home

that other world
within
a mountain lake

abandoned garden—
the bitter taste
of fallen apples

where shall I moor
when the mirror opens
and the sea is at my back
my hands stiff as dry
starch
my baggage trunked
and bolted
what shall i carry on my
back
to another coast
another edge…
what shall i leave with you?