Above and below
these clouds cover the mountain
claws in frothy sea
There comes an echo
noise of an eagle hunting
sun fights against gray
perhaps only this: pastel
brushstrokes in the sky
What is the kanji
for this feeling, this moment
the rock wall--mist slick
A Haibun The sound of the hawk’s talons as they click against the cement floor is sharp and crisp. The raptor moves carefully, head duc...
We have been dreaming in unison but those dreams have fallen into disrepair, eaten away by the persistent rust of the many days here...
This ringing silence this house, once filled a place of voices now gone silent, a place that once echoed with the laughter of the...
Note: I taught a poetry class at Fyrecon this afternoon, and we did a few challenge poems during the participation segment of the class. Th...