for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

shortened hem/through her eyelet wrap/cross legged

shortened hem a spillover of stargazers

through her eyelet wrap his sins for a year

cross legged

her bare knees attract

a flock of gulls


otata June 2016



June 7, 2016 Posted by | haiku, poetry, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

a heron’s stare (haiga)

a heron's stare







the proof

of my


July 9, 2015 Posted by | Uncategorized | 2 Comments

questions, your answer…a haiku series

winter silhouettes—

if blackened do nails

retell stories?


spiced wind

do snow tracks carry

your voice?


when banana hearts

peel off a lover, is it

the solstice?


lotus shadow…

is that frog song

a dirge?


tattered waves

why must keening tears

leap as an arc?


roaring wind

from what stone pod

do you rise?


sun dial

in the dark toasting



his arrhythmic heart

on a treadle…
does the weaver



wild wind

on dry sedge—

what more 
in her mind?


spiraling down

as fish…is the ocean

my soul?


January 11, 2015 Posted by | haiku, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

‘wondering’, a sequence (getting comfortable with four lines)

how heaven

tastes, news claim

froth balances

tart words



of names i’d say figure

behind frosted lids…

those hollows


when trains

hum between sleep

and whimpering

I feel… a heart crashes



into egg rolls, do I tip

the axis of life

served on a platter?


orchids left to die

wrinkle with dogs

in darkened nooks

we carve for escape


do you think pavements

create screenshots of moods

our footwork leave

a thousand ways?

But the problem lies not in a form I seem to be in search of till now. Having tried this, I’m back to the standard 3 lines (haiku/senryu) and 5 lines (tanka). Also, often with quite a struggle, I try to pour in to accepted moulds what rises off invisibles in me. Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy reading these.

December 18, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Updates: a few of my awarded haiku and recent select publication

recent awards


first tea with her—

cherry blossoms cloud

the skylight

Sakura Award 2014 VCBF Haiku Invitational


our breaths

suspended between skies—

monarch butterfly


honourable mention

2013 Diogen Autumn Contest



first dawn alone–

the widow eats his half

of the orange


First Place, free format category

Shiku kukai Sept 2013



recent select publications



dawn again–

parts of us unscathed

from war mongering


A Hundred Gourds September 2014


with a shredder

he talks of restoring

a broken vow


The Haiku Foundation Per Diem August 2014




in a burst of twilight

Luna moth


cattails May 2014



Haiyan debris…

a search team spots

an orchid


limp wind…

holding on to the sound

of our vows


#3:2 March 2014 A Hundred Gourds


moon’s rim…

fractions of what we yield

to each other


haiku news feb 17 2014 vol 3 no. 3


September 19, 2014 Posted by | awards, haiku, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

my haiku and coffeeku at cattails

I’m sorry for a long absence. I’ve been seriously writing, learning, and learning more haiku, its many forms and other Japanese short poetry forms. While these have been published about six months ago, hence, fairly recent, I’m now writing in one line, too. But meanwhile, these:


curled down
as if in fear…
her bare toes

white night—
a thickening stillness
in the cedar grove

into fog
the parallel lines
of parting



invidious the moth isn’t

onionson the twelfth bracket…yes


cattails, inaugural issue, Dec 2013



June 13, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | 2 Comments


What a vivid sensory experience this column item by Stella Pierides wrote in Note from the Gean’s ‘haikumatters’!! It rumbled through my mind, exciting me to think indeed what map do I have? And here it is: “Oh, the map I use? It’s uncharted and unnamed. It’s wild woods and a black forest. There are lakes and pools but also bogs, smokey in the deep. Unless ‘I find a flower I can name’, it’s hard even for me to find my way back. Birds sing and talk but mostly unseen except the owl. Sometimes, he reveals their name. I’ve taken notes but forget about them the moment I walk in. The map is always new, uncharted and unnamed. I know it’s not good but maybe the owl will help someday somehow.”


Map-making has been traced back to the earliest of times. Maps help us orient, know our location, what other places there are, how to get there, what landmarks to look out for, depict how places are interconnected. They also help us with perspective-taking: we can picture our place as seen from someone else’s viewpoint, and vice versa. Although maps often turned out to be distorted or inadequate –  the ‘flat earth’, for instance – and were replaced by improved ones, they were always part of our shared search for certainty.

Think of the time when maps had to be redrawn to incorporate scientific rather than theological notions of the earth. Reluctantly, we realized we were no longer the unique children of God, at the top of creation, living on an earth at the center of the universe, but tiny dots drifting along in a vast cosmos. The invention of the telescope…

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June 4, 2013 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Violette Rose Jones writing for a month at Notes from the Gean’s ‘haiku matters’ has been a great voice for us who are trying to learn more about this ever fascinating short form poetry. I’m sure you’ll agree. Here’s her last post on where to find what to haiku…


I envy people who have enough money to travel for a good ginko but sadly I am not one of them. A ginko is a very useful thing. There is a reason that non-haiku writers take a walk when they are blocked. That pop of inspiration we seek is available to anyone who can get into that delightful, trancey state that comes when we walk on our own. A good ginko is about getting out there and letting your mind interact with nature.

Now, I live in a town. I don’t own a car. I can’t out into the country and enjoy nature as most people understand it. The thing is though, we can never ever leave nature, we only think we do.  Nature is everything. It is the trees outside your house, the cars and buildings in your street or the stack of books on your shelf. Everything we…

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March 28, 2013 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

My comments in here:



(still an utterly subjective view by an uneducated fella. No educational value whatsoever … but some questions and taking advantage of a blogger’s prerogative again presenting only my views/taste. Nothing in this is by any nano-degree meant to imply anything about “what others should do” but it isn’t “balanced” neither …)

In the opposite end of the feely, sobby, sulking or intimately private emotional stuff is the “dead”/inert shasei haiku that Shiki believers (or so they say they are) advocate; a form of haiku that essentially comes across as an inventory, a recount of what the writer has seen or constructed to fit the form. A poetry void of any kind of “person”, ego, observer’s reaction or even something actually happening. Ideally this type should reveal “the extraordinary in the ordinary” and it does so in some isolated cases but mostly it in my eyes comes across as a…

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February 22, 2013 Posted by | Uncategorized | 4 Comments

through lattices/what glues raindrops (two tanka)


through lattices
this condensation
of phrases
the glimpses we veil
in silence


what glues
raindrops to foggy
consider my hand
slipping away

LYNX February 2013


February 7, 2013 Posted by | poetry, tanka, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments