- nonstop . . .
- leaning on his cane . . .
- southbound . . .
- old friends . . .
- tanka time . . .
- stars, planet, moons, et. al. . . .
- exquisite corpse update . . .
- exquisite corpse, anyone? . . .
- virtual friends . . .
- perhaps . . .
- cobwebs . . .
- After the Funeral . . .
- anthology fever . . .
- Throwback . . .
- new moon rising . . .
Tag Archives: Haibun
Lately, I’ve had the good fortune to have my work showcased by two virtual friends. The first, Marjorie Buettner, is one of three new editors at the helm of the recently revamped Contemporary Haibun Online. Although I’ve never met Marjorie in … Continue reading
After the Funeral On the night flight back to Manhattan, I replay our last phone conversation. Hear the slurred speech from his deathbed as he asks if I’ll be coming home soon. The pain in his voice when I try, … Continue reading
Throwback This is my sister’s story. My sister, who carries the genes of our mother’s grandmothers —Miriam and Polly and Mary—in her face, in her arms, legs, feet, hands. My sister, whose skin is red, like a sunset that bleeds … Continue reading
Nothing more remains of the house her father built close—too close—to the tracks. Not the wrap-around-porch where she and her sisters perched like a charm of songbirds. Not the wooden swing hung from the porch ceiling. Or the morning glories … Continue reading
I recently received word that one of my haibun, “Caged Birds,” was awarded an An (Cottage) Award in the 2014 Genjuan International Haibun Contest (Japan). Genjuan is the name of the cottage where, in 1690, Basho lived and wrote some of his most … Continue reading
Each April, Oklahoma poet Ken Hada gathers writers together for three days of readings, camaraderie and celebration of the written and spoken word at East Central University’s Scissortail Creative Writing Festival in Ada, Oklahoma. This was the second year I’ve had the … Continue reading
In tribute to the first new moon of the New Year, and all the loved ones we also may briefly have lost sight of: . . . Camera-in-hand, I stand, watching, waiting, thinking I might capture some long-lost image; that through some magic transformation of … Continue reading
It’s been such a privilege for me to share in the remembrances of all those who’ve contributed poems to honor their loved ones here during the past two weeks. I am humbled, not only by the response to my call … Continue reading
One day the Rainbow Serpent wakes from a dream to create the earth and all its inhabitants. Grass. Flowers. Trees. Frogs. Birds. Emus. Kangaroos. Wallabies. Rivers and streams. Then she makes laws for all to obey, saying, “Those who keep … Continue reading
After a month of procrastination, I finally ordered and just received my copy of nothing in the window: The Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku–the 17th volume in editor Jim Kacian’s annual Red Moon Press series honoring the previous calendar year’s … Continue reading