Haiga Archive

I’m weary, weary
so much anger and hatred
what’s the point

take off Gyge’s ring
our common mortality
needs resurrection

stories
ochre cave wall drawings
Tic Tok

eagle eyes
foveas for near and far
my bifocals

stressed
made the day go backwards
with desserts

tsunamis
everywhere earthquakes
along
fault lines of inequity
as pressure builds—and builds

like a top
Earth’s polar axis precesses
feeling lost
following my compass
North keeps shifting