Whakapapa

Gnarled rest-home fingers— like roots coiling into themselves —remember their parents.

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What are haiku (and are you actually writing them)?

First, let's start with what a haiku is not. It is not (necessarily) 5-7-5... A haiku is not a poem about absolutely anything you like, composed of  seventeen syllables that are dispersed over three lines. In fact, a haiku’s 5-7-5 syllable structure is one of its least important attributes. This kid gets it: You may… Continue reading What are haiku (and are you actually writing them)?

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black pixels on white pixels; impersonating three lines of text —the haiku is not zen enough

A Haibun by Bashō

I returned to my old home at the beginning of the ninth month. The day lilies in my mother’s room had all been withered by the frost, and nothing was left of them now. Everything was changed from what it used to be. My brother’s hair was white at the temples, and there were wrinkles… Continue reading A Haibun by Bashō

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A startled butterfly flutters through the concert hall; each neon flap a tiny light show vanquishing darkness, but the crowd’s eyes reflect pyrotechnics centrestage—the spectacle!

A wild wind swashbuckles in, irrepressible— vases deflowered, scuttled tea boats, dressers laid bare! Mended dishes still reminisce, cast aquiver in its wake.

The sun always visits

Noon’s light silent on an open door, shadows lengthen, the door locks shut— knocks unheard in the morning sun.