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


the measured widths we shrink into

talking in the darkness like late crickets heaving up a molehill

a cackle of office meniscus

summer drizzle a wet stone growing an ear

in a sonogram frog song

lollipops in the basket some promises un-swapped

war of the fishes stilled in a pitted clam shell


otata November 2017


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too late

too late

“dead cells”, they say of hair, same thing about nails, skin, too, that                                         sloughs off tempers, hurts, lusts, and regrets, which send the heart hurtling in Hades


flailing braided hair of nymphs, could they have been instruments of  execution? and the mane of golden boys, pennants in the eyes of virgins… unbeknownst dripping of night

a prolonged moon

on hair that has found its own rights and freedom, denuded by tectonic eruptions spewing inner fire, deluded by the burst of spring that by the time it booms, a live head

thuds on a stone grate


otata November, 2017

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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


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a heron’s stare (haiga)

a heron's stare







the proof

of my


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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?


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‘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.

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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


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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



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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.”

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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…

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