Haiga Archive

where there are walls/
become the vine

dumpster diving in the living room
after the hoarder dies

CRACK!
lily pads
splitting
in the sun

in the mouth
of a frog…
two rivers meeting

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