Month: November 2016

on the battered pier old men fishing for ghosts

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