Haiga Archive

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

the tulip lamp casts
no shadow on
the cherry table
postcards from Istanbul,
Odessa, Ithaca
her travels
Liliana’s key