Haiga Archive

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?

a sycamore sheds
its bark…a snake shedding skin
earth loves its clutter

a host
clattering sparrows gather
mahjong club

barnacled rock
the sea claims
its own

stupa skyscrapers
with storied windows
oysters without pearls