Haiga Archive

soon the peepers arrive
in their glorious
hysteria

midwinter
threads of cornsilk woven
in her veil

his overalls
patched at the knee
vespers

still life
at the core
one brown seed

spring cantata
the hoarse frogs retell
their tales of war

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?

sunday concert
the dragonflies gather
for Vivaldi