Sunday, February 28, 2010

Published Haibun

My first published haibun is here:

There are also many really fine haibun to read at this site.  Read them, enjoy them, write haibun of your own.  Post them, share them, submit them.

Haiku #277

the sound of snow
falling on white fields
this February night

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Haiku #276

winter dusk
beside the window Neruda's
luminous pages

Monday, February 22, 2010

Haiku #275

coffee on sill
steam rises into
winter light

Tuesday, February 09, 2010


Haiku #274

bare winter tree
bird's nest
filled with snow

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

Haiku #273

February dream:
a light-speckled

Haiku #272

at the movies:
bald man eating popcorn
keeps licking his fingers

Haiku #271

winter evening:
somewhere a boat with cargo
going forth in the dark world

Haiku #270

a womb
hangs inside me
an invisible plum

Haiku #269

winter evening:
it's hard to know just when
to turn the light on

Haiku #268

looking out my window
at the gentle snow
what is this sadness?

Haiku #267

from the sky's gray lips
falls the soft snow

Haiku #266

so many
fallen hairs
in my white brush

Haiku #265

quite suddenly
the gray sky
looks frozen

Haiku #264

such pleasure
watching fire-behind-glass
in the woodstove

Haiku #263

beside the bed
old gray houseshoes
ready to step into

Haiku #262

the flakes
are getting bigger--
winter talk



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Fave Painting: Eden

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Fave Painting: The Three Ages of Man and Death

Fave Painting:  The Three Ages of Man and Death
by Albrecht Dürer

From the First Chapter

The Secret of Hurricanes : That article in the Waterville Scout said it was Shake- spearean, all that fatalism that guides the Kennedys' lives. The likelihood of untimely death. Recently, another one died in his prime, John-John in an airplane. Not long before that, Bobby's boy. While playing football at high speeds on snow skis. Those Kennedys take some crazy chances. I prefer my own easy ways. Which isn't to say my life hasn't been Shake-spearean. By the time I was sixteen, my life was like the darkened stage at the end of Hamlet or Macbeth. All littered with corpses and treachery.

My Original Artwork: Triptych

My Original Artwork:  Triptych



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Looking Forward, Looking Back

Looking Forward, Looking Back