Why a garden? A strange place for a fall from grace, no? An equally unusual locale for a rise to renewed grace, too, right? Then again, is a garden not where petals fall and seeds sprout again? perennials a hummingbird flies to each one for dVerse Poets’ How […]
12, 000 years carving through limestone Genesee river low-pitched roar a saturating mist soft on our skin stair upon stair spreading from the bottom a rainbow a long hike how mesmorizing, this falling water even in this stifling heat Portage Falls I’m hosting dVerse Poets’ MTB, where we […]
The Haiku Society of America’s NYC Metro chapter hosted the Society’s National Meeting. Held in a modest community room of a local West Village Arts center, perhaps 22 people gathered in the space. Forty chairs had been set in a twin series of rows flanking an aisle. Track […]
Hungry mothers marched toward the Russian captial in Petrograd. They demanded bread, provisions for their sons fighting on the Eastern Front in WWI. Cossocks and local police attempted to turn them back. Some officer ordered young, inexperienced, and under equipped soldiers to fire into the crowd. But when […]
You play a dangerous game, coming to my playground, while a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. You are not the most or least dangerous enemy I’ve faced. You are simply the latest. Think again. Do you not see the luscious violence that […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
