Haiga Archive

summer rue—
sparrow eggs fall
as curtain unrolls

getto slums
ain’t got nothing—
but love

summer boredom the shape of an empty snail shell

horrifying
sprawling over us…
neuromancer

I gently strum
a lark’s bleached ribcage…
how long
have you lain here
with your mossy heart

end of summer
a pile of leaves
floating in the lake

gathering
my thoughts from the bottom of
the pond
the nocturnal bird’s call echoes
from the glistening bass scales