Haiga Archive

a wild horse galloped
headlong into the sun
I knew not of its passing
or the trail of gold
it left upon the land

wild river…
over and over
the sound of
white

watercolor class rain streaks on the window

autumn fog everywhere the same direction

quiet sky-
only the shadow
of wind

the moon’s light
sinks deep
into my veins
with joy i exhale
a billion stars

record low-tide…
the moon sinks deeper
into the night
I’m set adrift in a rowboat
without any oars