Saturday, September 19, 2026

Haibun

From the Old School 

 

He takes my arm, not to lean on, but to guide me across the street. This father protector, his sole acknowledgement to his 102 years is a cane used more as an adornment than an aid. At my invitation, we are sitting outside having lunch at a seaside restaurant, but he is in charge. He gives the waiter my order and his. He asks for wine and we toast to each other’s good health.  We admire the view and watch the waves and the gulls as they swoop and dive. We reminisce about the past, his long past and my shorter one. Even before the check arrives, he has cash in his hand and insists on paying. A gentleman always pays the check, and this old man is still a gentleman who will not  give in or give up. 

 

floating with the tide

each wave brings him closer

to the shore

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World Haiku Review  

Tuesday, September 8, 2026

Sunday, August 2, 2026

Haibun


A Night Alone   

 

It is a rain pinging, downspout gurgling, wind gusting, pines shushing, leaves swishing night. It is a game after game of solitaire losing night. It is a facing eternity, an aging awareness, a "what's life all about?" night.  It is a tug of war between graceful acceptance and angry depression night. It is a slow ticking of time, of darkness until the first filaments of dawn infiltrate the recesses of my brain with a new day’s promises night. 

 

twenty-first birthday

able to vote and to drink

to follow all my dreams

            joys and riches wait ahead

            the rainbow's gold within reach   

 

young and foolish

seeing the distant future

with myopic eyes

knowing now that blurred vision

is a gift that gives us hope


Adelaide Literary Magazine

Wednesday, July 8, 2026

Haiku


 swaying grasses
brush against bare arms
thoughts of you
Modern Haiku

Haibun

From the Old School     He takes my arm, not to lean on, but to guide me across the street. This father protector, his sole acknowledgement ...