Haiga Archive

upholding the revolution rhizomes and their underground whispers

dappled light
patches the path

infinite worlds / of all the dammed luck / i get this one

i stand
in timber
solitude

hostile ground—
the chrysanthemums take the road
to the churchyard

a season
to flower and flirt
another to ripe and fall
as i contemplate life
stars beckoning me beyond

uncertainty
as to what might emerge
sweet dreams