Month: December 2017

  • Haibun 65

    Originally posted on Michael Rehling: low level idolatry i really love basho. well i love the idea of him. ok i love the myth of him. in the last three hundred plus years things may have gotten fuzzy. heroes the formless nature of worthy idols Most likely will never be published!

  • Daily Haiku: Dec. 8, 2017

    Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: in the clearing the sweet thuds of chestnuts — childhood echoes ? In Italian: nella radura i dolci tonfi dei ricci –echi d’infanzia   by Stefano d’Andrea  (Italy) Otata, #23, November 2017

  • winter trees

    winter trees

    Originally posted on 日本文化の愛 Nipponbunka no ai: 斧入れて 香おどろくや 冬木立 Ono ire te      Ko odoroku ya     Fuyu kodachi ? Cutting into with the ax, I was surprised at the scent of. The winter trees. -Kobayashi Issa

  • Tanka: Winter Magic

    #Haiku Happenings #7: Xenia Tran’s latest #tanka!

  • The Whirlpool – A Tanka

    Originally posted on thoughts and entanglements: Photo taken last evening swift visit – huge swirl of leaves autumn gusts all shapes and colors trapped in the whirlpool, stark limbs shaken Pat R 11/07/17 For dVerse Poets Pub: Visit & Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge ?

  • The Lake

    Originally posted on Charmed Chaos: She walks with angels on a misty shore. The morning is damp and cold, but she does not feel it. As the frost smoke rises over the glassy lake, she stops, reflecting. At that moment, a magnificent large mouth bass escapes the water, breaking the silence. Its powerful leap sends…

  • shifting

    Originally posted on Project words: shifting darkness white flakes fall through sunrise ? ?

  • #throwdown Thursday 12/7/17…My latest is up: First Stiches – #Haibun #haiku #poetry | Image Curve

    First Stiches BY FRANK J. TASSONE · 7TH DECEMBER 2017 Haibun I run in the day care center’s playground. Somewhere past the slide, the jungle gym and some swings, I slip and fall. My left hand thumps hard against the ground. I stand up. The hand throbs. I turn it over. Blood covers my palm…