jornales

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

Window by window and We (two ‘tiny’ haibun at Prune Juice)

Window by window 

She peels her mornings.  A miser of darkness, she lets the sun in by strands. I saw her once. She is a flower.  

at the cusp 

of Cancer and Leo 

a fire wheel

 

We

We write our names together. It’s marriage says the book. Our meals apart. It’s work. We feed different nights. In different skies. What then is it?

cross wind—

cliffs echoing

wrong echoes 

 

prune juice November 2014

 

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For one week at DailyHaiku, my haiku-a-day (Oct 14-20)

For one week this month, a haiku of mine was published daily by itself at DailyHaiku for its Cycle 14. DailyHaiku is “a print and online literary publication that exists to promote and preserve the written art of haiku. DailyHaiku publishes the work of Canadian and international haiku poets, blending contemporary, experimental, and traditional styles to push the boundaries of English-language haiku. Through our special features section and invited poet series, DailyHaiku also aims to chronicle and explore the diverse and ever-changing landscape of contemporary haiku-related forms.” The cycle continues with one other haiku poet each week until March. My haiku will be back three more times within the cycle at http://www.dailyhaiku.org/haiku/

My haiku:

October 14

vespers—
the chipped pout
of a stone angel

October 15

moving day—
distant chimes rattle
in the breeze

October 16

summer rain
on the clothes line
down feathers

October 17

cloud peaks
tilting on cliffs
heron’s wings

October 18

smoke rings—
an eagle curling
its wings

October 19

rumored dawn—
a crow’s cawing
rises

October 20

driftwood
the strange scent
of sunrise

 

Pacific Shores seawall in Parksvile, BC

October 28, 2012 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments