Category: haikai

  • Difficult Riding: a #RonovanWrites #haibun

    It is not easy to ride the dragon. The silent wailing begins when I awaken. Weary aches and stiffness abound. Work dreads arise in a barrage of “what ifs.” I can collapse before the obsessive-compulsive onslaught. I can push through while ignoring it. Or I can feel and sink into each sensation as it arises.…

  • “‘The Birds’…” a #tanka (3/18/19)

    3/18/19: suspense “The Birds” … Was Hitchcock right all along? the killing suspense waiting for the spring Equinox #tanka #kyoka #micropoetry #poetry

  • My Daily #Haiku (3/18/19)

    3/18/19: sextant equinox … misreading a sextant #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • #Haikai Challenge #77 (3/16/19) March Equinox (Machi Shunbun) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Enjoyed enough fish, haijin? Some of you marched along. Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr2. Tessa3. Reena Saxena 4. Jane Dougherty5. Jules @ Strands6. Revived Writer 7. Janice8. Linda Lee Lyberg Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Looking ahead: What a week coming up! St. Patrick’s Day–the unofficial…

  • Amore Ultima

    1998. The Palisades Center, outside the Lowes Theater. You arrive with our mutual friend Laura. The world blurs, and only you fall into focus. The conversation of Chris and my other friends becomes background muzak to our conversation. We all walk toward a coffee kiosk, where I wanted to buy you a cup, but didn’t.…

  • My Daily #Haiku (3/16/19)

    3/16/19: bard another bard performs another poem robin song #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • Miniature Train-Riding

    I almost can’t remember how the trains raced around the track. How Dad and I adjusted knobs and toggled twitches. How town lights turned on and off; how locomotives whirled out of the tunnel. I almost can’t remember how much I miss those times with him. Almost. train tableso much of his lovemade by his…

  • “Ides of March…” a #tanka (3/15/19)

    3/15/19: prompt-free Ides of March shell casings fall to a floor stained with blood Another house of worship filled with fallen innocents #tanka #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #ChristchurchMosqueAttack