Haiga Archive

the butterfly’s
drunken flight…
contact high

deep cracks
in my beliefs
widen
the circle
of superstition

Cinnamon moon
guiding us
on the road to Athens

winter lake
into the stillness
the ones that got away

cutting ties
the subtleties of darkness
as she moves away

twilight—
a child plays
with his shadow

Pondering Neruda while posing…
thus strained, she grasps this rail of lines:
“red noise of bones, / a clashing of flesh