Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts

Friday, October 22, 2010

Haiku #376

full moon and rabbits
late night trip to the woodpile
the dog comes along

Monday, October 11, 2010

Haiku #372

a day at the lake
all the long way home 
smell of wet dog

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Haiku #336

panting dogs
heads going up and down
in the grass

Saturday, August 07, 2010

Haiku #327

a spot of shade
our dogs waiting there
to be let inside

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Published Haibun

My first published haibun is here:  http://haibuntoday.com/ht41/index41.html

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.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Haiku #83

Shanti Mantra,
Two frolicking dogs,
November fire--how you please me!

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Haiku #78

Snowy run on three legs.
Which is the lucky leg?
How does my dog decide?

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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
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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.

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