Haiga Archive

nineteen fifty-nine
on ice
Detaille Island

flight over the forest
each year
higher

black clouds
chasing a muddled bird
with no mate—
if i turned around
you might think I’m crying

sunlight still
touches the old portal
autumn homecoming

Seeming sleepy
Bundled up in the mist,
Silence of water

Comme ensommeille
Emmitoufle dans la brume,
Silence de l’eau

handful of grains
I take count of
the friends

migrant’s shelters
above them
the wandering moon