Originally posted on petrujviljoen: there was a moment when the light, the moon, touched the tip of the crystal spaced (placed) on the windowsill. below, those asleep, exhausted from hunger, wil not have noticed but for perchance in a dream. it bore witness. to those asleep. to them whose hands were deliberately (cruelly) folded when…

Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: This haibun tells the true story of my very beginnings in post-war Lancashire… The Prayer Book My middle bookshelf groans under the weight though the tiny diesel engine, boxed starting pistol, and boxed prayer book piled at the end add little to it. The diesel engine and starting…

Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 泳ぐなりかつては鰭の手足もて　　　矢島渚男 oyogu nari katsutewa hire no teashi mote             I swim             with arms and legs             that used to be fins                                                 Nagisao Yajima from ‘Haidan,’ (‘Haiku Stage’) a monthly haiku magazine, December 2016 Issue, Honami Shoten, Tokyo

Originally posted on Cat Nap Revue: mourning doves callingor my elderly auntieblowing her whistle

Originally posted on Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond: Yellowstone backcountry, early July. Green abundance. Snow remnants in north-facing mountain peak ravines. Blue sky. A poem from A Zen Forest: Sayings of the Masters sparks a realization. No sharp sword can cut it open; No iron hammer strike it out. Our destination six miles…

#Haiku Happenings #5: Kenneth Daniels’ latest haiku!