Haibun

                                                  
                                                     FRAT PARTY

 We try hard to have a good time, to smoke and drink, to laugh at the dirty jokes, to play poker with the boys who prefer cards to dancing, to show an interest when talk turns to football or basketball, to be willing to kiss in the shadows and in the back bedroom

                                                   slow dancing

                                                   under a full moon
                                                   we call it love

A HUNDRED GOURDS, June 2012

Haiku

 

 

 

                                             midnight
                                             the carousel horses
                                             in the final stretch

                                             white sheets on the line
                                             slow-motion clouds
                                             in the summer sky

                                             wild roses
                                             the iron trellis
                                             tilts to one side


Presence May 2005
Haiku Harvest, autumn 2005
Heron's Nest, March 2006

Haiga

 

Haigaonline, Featured Artist,
spring 2014

Haiga

 

Daily Haiga, May 2013

Haiku

                                                     spring dawn

                                                     with the returning geese

                                                     my mind takes flight

                                                     yellow broom gone wild

                                                     the freedom to write

                                                     as I please

                                                   

                                                     moonless sky–

                                                     the deep night speaks

                                                     with many voices

Shiku Kukai, April 2015
Acorn, summer 2015
Presence, winter 2015

Haibun

                                                   INNISFREE GARDEN   

We went back to Innisfree today. One hundred fifty acres surrounding a lake, sectioned into "cup gardens". We begin on the path which circles the lake, but frequently meander up soft grassy slopes or stone steps, pausing at each vignette. We step over trickling water or cross on a narrow wooden bridge, get sprayed by mist from a water spout, listen to the gurgle as water splays down rocks and into a basin.

Butterflies, bumblebees, dragon flies, humming birds seek out the nectar on Joe Pye weed, black eyed Susans, goldenrod, and other flowers secreted in between rocks. Tall grasses bend, swishing lightly, along the lake. Rock plinths and mounds create shadows and shape my imagination. Lotus and water lilies color one end of the lake.

                                                small ripples

                                                from a dragonfly
                                                a pause to rest

                                                air bubbles

                                                breaking through the lake's surface
                                                all that lies hidden

A heron poised on a lily pad maintains its position long after I take its picture. Ferns fill the bogs.  We cross a bridge spanning a channel in the lake and continue on the path, now bulging with tree roots.

                                                uphill walk

                                                the rough path eases
                                                into the promised view

                                                sultry heat

                                                cooling reflections
                                                in the lake

World Haiku Review, June 2015 

Haiku

                                                       the old town

                                                    even now the rough stones

                                                    soak up the warmth

 

                                                    early morning walk
                                                    reaching through the mist
                                                    for wild berries

                                                    a walk to the beach
                                                    the asphalt road changes
                                                    to sand 

World Haiku Review, Aug. 2005

Simply Haiku, Aug. 2006

Solares Hill, May 2005