Haiga Archive

contemplating
the space between
winter and spring

harvest fair
all the quilts spread out
to the horizon

high keep—
the spider
at its web’s end

As a child living in Sudan, I was fortunate enough to meet a tribe of whirling dervishes. The impression they made on me has been long lasting.

sun worshippers
spinning to the ends
of the earth

dear hoteiosho
your eyes seeing
front and back
take pity on us!

a shadow
teasing bone-dry earth
the lonely cloud

taffeta sky
crows stitch the edges
together