Tag: haibun
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#Haikai Challenge II #4 (1/27/24): withering wind (kogarashi) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #kyoka #haiga #renga #HaikaiChallenge
I trust that some of you enjoyed your moon gazing, haijin. Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Jules2. Ben Tonkin3. Peter 4. AJ (Ange)5. Suzette Benjamin6. Melissa Lemay 7. Lesley Scoble8. Frank J. Tassone Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Onward! It’s still winter in the northern hemisphere. Two weeks ago, a…
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Rainclipse Musings
Somewhere above the nighttime rainclouds shines the wolf moon. Sight unseen, and still it stirs the blood. Sight seen somewhere beyond the clouds, perhaps, a wolf atop a ridge in the wilds may throw up its head and howl. Maybe packmates answer, or else this wolf cries out alone and remains unanswered. The patter of…
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Wild Zazen
Tonight’s sit was another dragon ride. A maelstrom of thoughts whirled throughout the mind. I returned again and again to the breath, rooting the awareness down in the hara. But even through such cognitive dervish-whirling, a pinch of clarity arose. through the clouds… moon De Jackson hosts dverse poets’ Quadrille #193: Poems in a Pinch.…
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#Haikai Challenge II #3 (1/20/24): Wolf Moon (Urufumūn) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #kyoka #haiga #renga
You let your light shine last week, haijin! Congratulations to all contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Jules2. Ben Tonkin3. Melissa Lemay 4. AJ (Ange)5. Selma6. Kerfe 7. Suzette Benjamin8. Frank J. Tassone Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Ultreya! It’s time for our first Full Moon prompt of the #Haikai Challenge revival. According to the…
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Slivers of Light
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that…” Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. I talked to a small group of seniors during our 3rd period English class. They allegedly worked on their final project, but I could tell that they ruminated on matters more personal. I weighed in, citing my own personal history.…
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Dragon Riding
Breathing in. The satisfaction of a fine meal. The fullness of shared meditation in a trolly-car-turnaround-station-turned-zendo. The intimacy of an early turning in. Breathing out. The slow pace of students with learning disabilities, working to complete a final project with all of the supports I designed—and time running out. A misplaced work macbook, with no leads.…
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Queen City of the Sound
“We didn’t choose New Rochelle; New Rochelle chose us.” Mira Tassone Frank and Mira loved it immediately. I held out hope for a townhouse. But the one we found in nearby Port Chester was too dark, and it’s architecture would not serve Mira’s practice. I mourned, but the three-bedroom, walkup apartment within the multi-family private…
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Counting the Cost
Theirs was a marriage of convenience, no more. Yet somehow, Yasodharā and Siddharta discovered love. Walks in the palace gardens, songs and dances at feasts held in their honor, and quiet moments alone by the lotus pond nurtured their mutual desire. Legends speak of one night of their love making. While in the thrall of…