In December I went to the H.S.A. Meeting at the Asian Museum in Pasadena. It was a Saturday I think. I was the only male in a group of 12 or so. They were very hospitable and friendly with Xmas cookies and tea. We shared our Haiku and composed some right there. They had me read from their cards aloud. One participant, I think it was Ms. Nakano, read her entry that was accepted by you. She was a bit embarrassed with me there. It was fine with me. I commented about the pain of my nipples when I first visited Muir Woods because of the intense humidity and moisture under those giant trees. Later, I was almost in tear when I read my own composed haiku about being homeless in Long Beach…which was, at the time, my oldest sons plight. It was a profound experience for me.
February 25th, 2010 at 9:18 am
In December I went to the H.S.A. Meeting at the Asian Museum in Pasadena. It was a Saturday I think. I was the only male in a group of 12 or so. They were very hospitable and friendly with Xmas cookies and tea. We shared our Haiku and composed some right there. They had me read from their cards aloud. One participant, I think it was Ms. Nakano, read her entry that was accepted by you. She was a bit embarrassed with me there. It was fine with me. I commented about the pain of my nipples when I first visited Muir Woods because of the intense humidity and moisture under those giant trees. Later, I was almost in tear when I read my own composed haiku about being homeless in Long Beach…which was, at the time, my oldest sons plight. It was a profound experience for me.
February 25th, 2010 at 10:23 am
across the block
a woman looks out
as I look in
? s?17
February 25th, 2010 at 3:37 pm
eyes of anguish
the photograph shows
her empty dreams
February 25th, 2010 at 4:08 pm
Memories can move us in directions of
discovery and innovation.
February 26th, 2010 at 11:04 am
Good strong haiku.
Alan Summers