Japanese Forms
Japanese Forms, Poems
Five Haiku
Slicing strawberries this morning, I’m suddenly slicing strawberries! A twig in its beak, a bird disappears into the town’s noon
Audio, Haiku, Japanese Forms, Poems, Tributes
Three Haiku
returning home a builder’s crane gives me the finger high art one kid draws a
Audio, Japanese Forms, Poems, Senryu, Tributes
Three Translations
Haiku by Karai Senryū (1718–1790) Deception Wine was the best way even in the Age of Gods to work deception.
Presbyopia
Exiled to Tokyo in the 1990s, I morphed into ‘wife of’ in Japan. I tried to fit in and not lose myself in the process. But it wasn’t working. I was slowly disappearing. Then I found haiku. And lost my husband. But that’s another story.