Haiga Archive

wild algorithms—
he calls my grammar
genius
(page 9/10)

vetting our stories
for the grandkids—
a pocket full of keys
(Page 8/10)

torn chits to remind you
when to turn things off—
wild anemones fill the planters
(Page 7/10)

the bowl
moulding your hands
the right time for steady rain
(Page 6/10)

i saw you
look at each other and laugh—
the colors of a headache
(Page 5/10)

granny adrift—
her ornaments stand
in pools of dust
(page 4/10)

counting the decades left—
a developing interest in
astronomy
without the numbers
(Pge 3/10)