Haiga Archive

death rushes by too close desert winds

distant memories
linger
but yesterday’s hazy…
like the landscape flying past
in the train window

motherboard glitches
a sticky buildup of plaque
between the neurons

transient ardour—
the great flame of fascination
went out

village elder
every wrinkle
a line in her poem

after the storm—
sun in the sky
and the ground

slowly, slowly
a long goodbye
end of summer