Honey Jar
Grumbling tendon — I loosen my grip on the honey jar — on life, too. ~ [ 2094 ]
Tag Archive for ‘Haiku’
Sun Dial
Left foot, right foot . . . home from a walk, the quiet of a power outage. ~ [ 2093 ]
Return
A smile and a hug from my father — spring comes again to the farm. ~ [ 2092 ]
The Haiku Habit
In terms of poetry, I find the seventeen-syllable habit a good one, and I’ve written many in this mode and haven’t found it limiting. I call them haiku, and several have been published here and elsewhere as such within that very fluid definition. Splitting hairs over form is something in which I don’t engage. Times change; language changes; people change; stones, ponds, stars, cherry blossoms, remain the same. Haiku or […]
Earth Watch
Frogs in the spring, crickets in the fall — respiration, and pulse, normal. . [ 1815 ]
In Other Words
When I grow up, I’ll be a responsible essayist. I’ll solve the world’s problems, one by one. Then I’ll invent new ones. I’ll also sell subscriptions. Until then, I’ll be an irresponsible poet and doodler. I’ll be a dooet and poetler. I’ll also sell inflictions. When everyone’s well, I’ll say they’re ill. And when they’re ill, I’ll say I welled them. I’ll have blog security. I’ll be avoided from miles […]
Deep Roots
Crab grass has deep roots. If you pull me up by my hair, mine will break too. . [ 1811 ]
Narrow Path
Washed away at our meeting — in the waterfall, none of us have names. . [ 1810 ]
Julyku
Little bright lights twinkling in the pine — why on earth would I call them birds? . [ 1809 ]
Back and Forth
Sweeping the walk . . . with all, of our ancestors, and children, to be born. . [ 1623 ]
William Michaelian 
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