Archive for March, 2021

Constantine’s Dream (By Patti Smith) – The Dewdrop World

Source: Constantine’s Dream (By Patti Smith) – The Dewdrop World

haiku-ing: A Little Round Dove – The Dewdrop World

First breeze of autumn

 Little round dove, unwinding

In a warm bird bath


Leanne Ogasawara


Source: haiku-ing: A Little Round Dove – The Dewdrop World

The Time Of White Dew (白露) – The Dewdrop World

even the clear dew

changes to white

autumn sun


Copyright 2021 © by Donna Fleischer.
March 30, 2021


Heart Sutra as sung by Faye Wong

The Heart Sutra translated by Thich Nhat Hanh

Source: The Time Of White Dew (白露) – The Dewdrop World

The Perfumed Winds of May by Leanne Ogasawara – River Teeth Journal

Photo courtesy of axelle b from


In the Japanese taxonomy of breezes, the perfumed winds () blow just before the south-easterly winds of the rainy season, which arrive later in the month. Known as plum rains ()—so heavy, the downpours are said to knock the ripening plums right off their branches. When that happens, it is the yellow sparrow wind () that is blowing. The ancient calendar is filled with times when one thing is transformed into another. In this case, Chinese legend has it that when this wind blows, the fish in the ocean turn into tiny sparrows. . . .


Source: The Perfumed Winds of May – River Teeth Journal

Mid-Autumn Moon 2020 – The Dewdrop World

by Wang Anshi
Oceanic mists bathe the eye
as the autumn sun fades from sight.
So bright! I wonder how it can be night.
So clear! The earth seems to disappear.
We sit before the sweeping breeze
linger with cups while the dew congeals.
We’ll moan our mournful songs till dawn,
and how can there be any thought of a “me”?
translation by Jan Walls

Source: Mid-Autumn Moon 2020 – The Dewdrop World

A Longhouse Birdhouse: POETS WHO SLEEP #44 ~

drawing of Donna Fleischer, poet, by Bob Arnold, poet, editor, publisher, and carpenter

Source: A Longhouse Birdhouse: POETS WHO SLEEP #44 ~

Part of N.Y. and N.J. Coast to Be Designated Offshore Wind Zone – The New York Times

Remembering Lewis Warsh, a Planter of Poets by Don Yorty – Brooklyn Rail


“But it is good to have Death find us doing what we love to do, isn’t it?”

– Don Yorty


Don Yorty is the author of A Few Swimmers Appear, Poet Laundromat, Spring Sonnets, and What Night Forgets; his blog, an archive of current art, his own writing, and work of other poets, can be found at:

Source: Remembering Lewis Warsh, a Planter of Poets

Moderna and Pfizer-BioNTech Vaccines Are Very Effective, Report Says – The New York Times

A Walk on the Wild Side | 3 Quarks Daily by Leanne Ogasawara

Like clockwork, every year around the spring equinox, the ducks and egrets would return to the river in Tochigi. And sprigs of green grass would start sprouting in our lawn. This was when people started taking to the hills to pick mountain vegetables, herbs, and other wild foods. My son loved looking for ferns and fiddleheads. In Japan, this meant warabi (bracken fern), zenmai (osmund or cinnamon fern) and kogomi (ostrich fern). We enjoyed going “baby fern hunting.” The delicacies could be found along a trail a bike-ride away from our house. Like little coiled springs, the fiddleheads seemed waiting for just the right moment to unfurl. . . . .

Source: A Walk on the Wild Side | 3 Quarks Daily %