More than a sighting or an encounter, it was a visitation from a massive meteor. We smelled it burn up before us. Green Apples Green apples were past ripening on the ground, the blackbird had bedded down in the reeds, and crickets had began their evening song. A point of light over the trees dimmed…
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Water
Horseshoe Crabs In '94 I visited Cape May, New Jersey with my sister. Every year on the full moon of May great numbers of birds converge there for the eggs of horseshoe crabs. As the sun touches the western horizon and the full moon breaks over the east, terns and red knots go into a…
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Chiyo-Ni
Senryu–– haiku about people having gazed at the moon / I depart from this life / with a blessing ––Chiyo-Ni Chiyo-ni was the first woman haijin of contemporary fame. She opened doors to others who would follow her. As I was reading her story, real life intruded. I was reading her death poem above when…
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Bedsprings
Fuga no makoto–– poetic truth “While walking across a familiar field, I noticed for the first time a set of bedsprings rusting in the grass. I pulled out my notebook and quickly jotted down two lines: bedsprings in the weeds–– / scent of sweet spring leaves Modern Haiku Vol. 34.2 “I was opening to impermanence, and…
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