Haiga Archive

in this place of sweetness…
we drink lemonade

He splits the shadow and the sun

He looks up at the sun
Eyes of polished ebony
Near the brink of the canyon

He turns his face to the sun
Leaving his cheek in shade
Boy soon to be man

brewer’s kitchen—
a cluster of bottles
filled with light

sticky willow
refuses to let me go—
summer squall

abandoned diner
the magic
of youth

sun dance
stronger than darkness
the light

Mt. Fuji
ascending the trail
to heaven