Haiga Archive

annual tree trimming—
the way the branches
change sizes

in Lisbon
you hold my hand
in the third row
while women in black sing
something nice and sad…

yellow leaves through the vineyards galloping

taxidermied
passenger pigeon
ghost of a breeze

bitter cold–
the almost orange peel
of tangerine

ruined monastery
the echo of the prayers lies
on falling leaves

the soundless drips
from the highest coconut blossoms
… moonlight