Haiga Archive

bamboo forest…
the shakuhachi reveals its voice

dawn
the croak from on frog
starts a round

summer solstice
i touch it
four times

after a limb
broke off of the fir—
north star

if you cannot be
part of my life anymore
let no songbirds sing
except above this casket
among cemetery trees

crescent moon
she takes away a slice
of coconut

I try to step
quietly into the emptiness
of our spare room
but the walls echo back—mocking
this blood when I prayed for none