on the battered pier
old men
fishing for ghosts
Month: November 2016
frost in the air …
this urge to rake again
the ashes of autumn
history hobbling across the cobblestones
Going online
to hear the hermit thrush sing –
why
it no longer comes to this hill
one sad reason or another
everything
the mockingbird says
with its tail
election day
kids in the schoolyard
playing tag
first kite
learning to read
the wind
boundary fence
the sunrise snags
on barbed wire
“Ceasefire”, a haibun by Paresh Tiwari.
November fog
in the crowd an old friend
without a name
first light
touching the arm
of the housebuilder
“Elegant Lady,” a haibun by Tish Davis.
twilight
blackberries stain
the beard of a goat
rain puddling
in the hollow of a salt lick
the cow’s rough tongue
tea cools
the conversation
heats up
meaning what i don’t say ellipsis
wordless
i fill in the blanks
with wildflowers
sunlight glistens
on a small blade of grass
each poet
passes along the fire
in dew drops winking
(Included in A Gift of Tanka, AHA Books, 1990)
the whole day
how to write it…
hummingbird hawk moth
(Included in Beyond My View, Endion Press, 2011)
first encounter
a glasswing enters
our renku
regardless of its name ditch lily
one way
or the other?
sunflowers