What If
Tanka Prose you keep writing the same poem disguised as different women, playing the same chords and phrases, flubbing the […]
Audio, Japanese Forms, Poems, Tributes
Tributes
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.