Haiga Archive

a shadow
teasing bone-dry earth
the lonely cloud

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

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

early morning dream
fades with the cold
light of dawn
a vague memory

thunderclap
the strumming of rain
on forest leaves

the green promise
of a new relationship
this fluttering
of malachite butterflies
between sun and shadow

day moon
anyway
everyone has to go…