Archive for February, 2018

Today’s Haiku (February 23, 2018) | Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi)

Today’s Haiku (February 23, 2018)

かた雪をほどかぬ森に銃の音  清水芳堂

katayuki o hodokanu mori ni jyû no oto

in the forest

where hard snow not loosened…

a sound of a gun

Hodo Shimizu

from ‘Haidan,’ (‘Haiku Stage’) a monthly haiku magazine, May 2017 Issue, Honami Shoten, Tokyo

translation by Fay Aoyagi                                   …

Source: Today’s Haiku (February 23, 2018) | Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi)


A Longhouse Birdhouse: HIRATO RENKICHI ~

Her Garden

In order to decorate her garden

In order to burn her moist jewels

The night came, above the soft grass

Above the graveyard, inside the tombstones the night came

Above the graveyard, inside the tombstones she stands

Memories vividly burn

Memories moist from sweet nectar

From that border the blue bird again

From that border again flying back to her garden.


I shall scoop the night dew from the thicket of asparagus

Like a cutworm on a tomato flower

I shall seek her fragrance there

O, but her spirits have been gradually wilting

As expected from a distant blue sky

As expected from going after that little bird’s shadow

Right now            on a leaf of grass a cabbage butterfly

Idly folding wings and falling asleep

As expected, she is like the heart of that small insect

As expected, she is here quietly sleeping.

Hirato Renkichi
Spiral Staircase
Collected Poems
Ugly Duckling Presse

Source: A Longhouse Birdhouse: HIRATO RENKICHI ~

A History of the Black Lives Matter Movement – YouTube

Nina Simone – Blackbird – YouTube

Beth Hart – A Change is Gonna Come (FRICKIN AWESOME!!!) @ the Echoplex 6-13-10 – YouTube

for Juan, in memory

#ENOUGH — Women’s March

Women’s March Youth EMPOWER is calling for students, teachers, school administrators, parents and allies to take part in a #NationalSchoolWalkout for 17 minutes at 10am across every time zone on March 14, 2018 to protest Congress’ inaction to do more than tweet thoughts and prayers in response to the gun violence plaguing our schools and neighborhoods.

Source: #ENOUGH — Women’s March

Virginia Street by Jennifer Hayashida – Poems |

Virginia Street

February on another coast is April
here. Astrology is months: 
you are February, or are you 
June, and who is 
December? Who is books 
read in spring, wingspan 
between midnight 
and mourning
Another starry tree, coastal 
counterpoint where magnolia is 
a brighter season
peach and pear
are grafted onto the same tree
fear and fat stick
to the same sprained bone
For this adolescent reprise
recycle everything trivial
but this time bring
the eye into sight:
make sight superior
to what is seen
A decade is to look at June 
and see April
to look at April 
and see February
Relief of repetition
seasons mean again,
one flowering branch suspended
in the half-light of spring
We sat on steps 
beneath a tree
No: I walked by
The tree bloomed
and I looked up 

Copyright © 2018 by Jennifer Hayashida. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 22, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

Source: Virginia Street by Jennifer Hayashida – Poems |