Haiga Archive

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)

what good were
my girls who grew up and left me?
feeding the birds at night
(page 2/10)

you’re up there
above the azores—
in your old room
a little cloud of incense
(page 1/10)

my singing bowl
half-filled with water…
i strike its rim
until ocean waves
manifest inside me

winter walk
haunted by shadows and reflections
of the past
do you ever wonder as I do
where all our days and nights have gone

in balance like
overlapping
stones—
apparent quiet