- 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: Van K. Brock
The roots of an Exquisite Corpse–like Halloween–are planted in Surrealism. Given that, I tried to give myself license not to take myself too seriously when it came to rattling the skeletal threads of this Corpse together into a sequential body which, … Continue reading
A week or two ago, the folks at WordPress sent me virtual “happy anniversary” wishes, reminding me that I’d started this blog with them four years ago. It’s hard to believe that I’ve kept this enterprise going all that time, and that … Continue reading
Day of the Dead . . . fresh marigold blooms in my garden I’m humbled by and appreciative of the outpouring of poems and images collected here, especially because I put out the call to friends and fellow haijin in … Continue reading
the whole family all with white hair and canes visiting graves –Bashō (trans., Jane Reichhold) As Halloween and El Día de los Muertos approach, once again I look to Bashō for inspiration on how to best remember those who’ve traveled down the ancestral road … Continue reading
Thank you to those who responded with their inspirations from Bashō’s autumn haiku. From Melissa Allen, author of the haiku blog Red Dragonfly, a favorite translation: The road here– No traveler comes along this autumn evening. —trans., Makoto Ueda And Melissa’s version: night … Continue reading