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at the oak's feet (haibun)

There are no forested heavens nearby – no wildernesses, no vast and untouched lands – only glimpses of the wild in this “white picket” town.  I wander the streets of an evening – touching the trees – standing at their bases and looking into their heights.  71 more words

Life, Small Events, Spirit and Spirituality

Heeding Haiku With HA: Life, Small Events, Spirit and Spirituality

This prompt reminded me of my second year in high school. Several of my sibling were off at college, my closest one had pasted away, and the ones at home were too busy for me.  137 more words


in the damp (haibun)

At park’s edge the fruit trees were thick with blossom, and they gleamed in the evening sunlight.    Apple and pear, plum and cherry – the air was thick with perfume and life.  293 more words

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Heeding Haiku With HA: Untold Stories

There is a story lurking behind every face that we see, that we come across, that we meet, that we ignore and also that one which we fail to notice. 358 more words


Glory to the Wind (Haibun - bookscover2cover)

Another one of my haibun has been published on bookscover2cover  :)

This is an experimental piece and it strays from the roots of traditional haibun.  It also contains a segment which is hymn-like, with echoes of Allen Ginsberg.   34 more words


Iris: a haibun 

A strong, witty, tough, yet gentle soul, my grandmother was, I say with loving bias, truly one of a kind. Having been raised on a rural farm, in a large but poor family, she wasn’t particularly refined but she was filled with charm and grace. 83 more words


Trees from the past

Prompt: Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – a haibun by Basho

Visiting Futakamiyama Taima Temple, I saw a pine tree about a thousand years old spreading its branches over the garden. 574 more words