Month: May 2018

  • Essential

    ALFRED PASIEKA/SCIENCE PHOTO LIBRARY/GETTY IMAGES   “In the beginning was the word…”   Logos. The essence of consciousness, the embodied will of creative Love, from which the universe began with a Big Bang. An utterance of voice so tender and loving that potential gave birth to actual. A voice so awesomely heartbreaking, and heard now…

  • Daily Haiku: May 10, 2018

    Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: cormorants . . . we open our arms to the sun ?   by Debbie Strange (Canada) Third Place Jane Reichhold International Prize, 2018 ? ?

  • Twisted in shame … (two tanka)

    Originally posted on A Poet in Time: ? ? Skylark Tanka Journal 6:1, Summer 2018: Two tanka   ? ? ? old walking stick— once it was a branch that stretched to the sky                 . . . ?   all those years spent twisted in shame –…

  • Twitter

    Originally posted on thoughts and entanglements: chorus of twitter lost in the calls of seaguls – spring evening at dusk Pat R 5/10/18 For Frank Tassone Haikai Challenge ::Twitter ?

  • #ThrowdownThursday (5/10/18): Another Mother’s Day?… my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun

    Another Mother’s Day?     Mom washed, curled, brushed and hairsprayed. Then she applied makeup and lipstick. For the first time in weeks, she looks like she always does when she goes out in public. She loses her breath rising from one chair and moving to another, despite the pulse-births of oxygen from her portable…

  • Haigaonline: Spring Grove Issue 19- 1 edited by Linda Papanicolaou.

    Originally posted on Il fiume scorre ancora: Delighted to appear in Spring Grove Issue 19- 1 edited by Linda Papanicolaou. I’ve one poem of mine in Traditional Haiga 🌷 vintage car the last house of an old sakura ~ Eufemia Griffo http://www.haigaonline.com/issue19-1/issue.html

  • Tanka: After the Spring Rain

    #Haiku Happenings #5: Xenia Tran’s latest #tanka for Carpe Diem and the Daily Post!

  • Morning Reflection: Haibun

    Originally posted on Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings: I stand at the open window listening to the robins, sparrows, wrens, and cardinals twitter, tweep, cheep, and trill as they tune their instruments, getting them just right to perform the sun salutation. The mockingbird rehearses his aria, long warbled phrases, chirrups, and chirrs. The birds…