Month: October 2021

  • Originally posted on elancharan gunasekaran: autumn night winds raising hell

  • Garden Poems – 3

    Originally posted on Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin: readingEmily Dickinsonon a rainy daygold leaf stayson the branch October 2018 bright sunriseicicles on fallen branchesnear the water November 2018 towardsthe shortest dayof the yearLightin my heart November 2018 predawnshapes of treesand brancheswith few leaves predawndrawing a picturewith a poem November 2019

  • New book out now

    Originally posted on WHITE SKIES: I’m very happy to announce the publication of Whisper Of Tall Grass, a book of tan renga written in collaboration with Anna Maris. It contains some of our finest tan renga and renku from 2015 and 2016. The book can be purchased here: https://www.amazon.com/-/es/Marcus-Liljedahl/dp/B09FS2VBQK?language=en_US

  • Seventeen

    Originally posted on Bill Waters ~~ Haiku: In New Jersey, 2021 was the Summer of Love — for the 17-year cicada. ;- ) My wife Nancy Fischer Waters and I collaborated on a prose / poem piece that captures a moment from that crazy-short time when the air was abuzz with cicadas. Talk about speed…

  • color gone ~ gogyohka

    Originally posted on rivrvlogr: color goneas night awakensdim dusk lightcrescent moon risespale color returns This gogyohka is my response to Colleen’s #TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 247, #SynonymsOnly at Word Craft: Prose and Poetry,using dusk and color for the offered words, twilight and hue.I suppose you could say it’s a “short-line”tanka, as the syllables are…

  • Today’s Haiku (October 12, 2021)

    Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): もみづれる離島の火力発電所  本井 英 momizureru ritô no karyoku-hatsudensho ??????????? leaves changing colors… ??????????? the thermal power plant ??????????? on the deserted island ??????????????????????????????????????????????? Hide Motoi from Ganymede, Vol. 62, December 2014 issue, Dorinsha, Tokyo, Japan

  • Ultimatum: an #AmericanSentence #Haibun/#Prosery

    The fires grow. Fallen men groan, holding their trembling hands over hemorrhaging wounds. A rancid odor worsens. The mansion that served as a warlord’s fortress begins collapsing in on itself. Neither of us care. We face each other, ten paces between us. Firelight flickers off of our swords. The coldness in his eyes belies his…

  • My Daily #Haiku (10/11/21)

    10/11/21: heat wave Indian summer…covering the pathfallen foliage #haiku #micropoetry #poetry