Saturday, 1 February 2025


midwinter haiku

settling on the snowy page

migrating thoughts



this or that poet

each under the bell jar

of his own times



overwarm room 

the man lost in a snowstorm

points at yesterday 



tomorrow’s soldier

seduced my today’s parade

just cannot wait



piano blues

my late father plays again

briefly



military guard

the falsified president

snaps a salute 



reading your haiku

i write some haiku 

our haiku



yes he was

choking on the incense 

i offer a smile 



suddenly 

his weekly pill dispenser

forever half full



in a rush

to slow down

writing haiku 



the fungus

that makes the ant climb

terrifies me






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