jornales

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

rain

rain

grayer

than

feathers

November

 

 

(also posted at NaHaiWriMo)

December 1, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry, reflection | , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

reggae (haibun)

So, why reggae when I could or must dwell on variations of winter? Even the sun has withdrawn to cuddle up with hibernating thoughts and fur-thickened limbs. It’s cold and damp and gray in my city everyday. Which is why perhaps, this morning I woke up with the sound of reggae on a basin in my mind, the kind you hear on Times Square in New York from the subway station on 42nd and Broadway to the corners of that triangle where Tickits booths stand.

reggae–
the sun dripping
on his basin

Always, a robust sun streams no end on the basin from which reggae artists coax notes to rise  like it were a constant season. But we don’t return after the summer or late spring.

catching a breath
his notes leave for the moon–
reggae

Or under a November sky, without the sun and the reggae artist, we would ourselves be lamenting.

reggae  the sun we can’t find

November 24, 2011 Posted by | haibun, poetry, reflection | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

November sky haiga (Manhattan skyline from the Hudson at Riverbank State Park)

November sky
we fling our shadows
among clouds

haiku: alegria imperial
photo: eleanor angeles

November 21, 2011 Posted by | haiga, poetry, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment