Originally posted on Haiku Gravy: waitress in the station café train of thought

Originally posted on Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond: Haiku from Randall Davies Audubon Center (on the ground just above the pollinators garden) I wander amongsmall continents of pale green:Lichen maps on stone. Sunflower husks nodTowards purple suns of aster.Late bees ravenous. On shards of granitemica shines mirrors, a glint.Mornings, cooler now. Prickly…

Originally posted on O at the Edges: ? Texas Haibun I dream of poetry in all its forms, rising and flowing and subsiding without end, much like ice shrugging within itself. Last winter a hard freeze split a valve on the downstream side of the cistern. Had it cracked even a few inches up-line there…

Originally posted on PoemShape: Because of border complications arising from Covid, I drove one of my three daughters to Halifax (rather than fly her)—and that was an 11 1/2 hour drive with no stops. If she had flown, she would have been forced to quarantine for 12 days at a hotel in Halifax, and there…

Originally posted on Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond: Santa Fe Community College Library Presents Haibun Workshop with Miriam Sagan Haibun is the prose and haiku combination first developed in Japan. It can be considered the original hybrid form! We’ll learn about haibun and write pieces that include timed writing, diary entries, and…

Originally posted on William Michaelian: Another nuthatch visit. This time, while I was filling the birdbath, one came down from the birch tree and landed on the edge, within two feet of where I was standing. Was the drink it took meant to satisfy it, or me? Both — and the water itself. There is…