Haiga Archive

horrifying
sprawling over us…
neuromancer

summer boredom the shape of an empty snail shell

morning
the artist
paints christmas

dogwood buds
on frozen branches – winter melts

cold blast
creaking in the garden
an empty swing

over the wheel like
Catherine’s
belly clenches
jostled onto
tightly welded
slivers
or covered by
plaster, flawless
puttied into
loveliness
perhaps
pilgrimage,
a brazen sky

autumn moon
faint rustling sounds
in the hollow