Posts Tagged ‘ haibun ’

The Snow Quest | Icebox

Bright snowy mountains came into my eyes – silent morning ……………………. Mayumi K. Prior to Sunday February 12th, Kyoto had seen intermittent snow …

Source: The Snow Quest | Icebox

“Orpheus at the Movies” by Donna Fleischer

Orpheus at the Movies

Too late to be seated so we stand at a door that just closed off the dark. Turning back,

toward this other side of the film — you and me, Swiss chocolate labels, imported beer

bottles — all staring into space. And suddenly, air. It rolls by; from a door that hurls a

funnel of light across a threshold, for a moment, and closes again. Almost imperceptibly,

someone else’s shadow materializes across the emulsion of the lobby. We watch,

indifferently, David, race from seat to men’s room and back again as the movie

relentlessly pursues some predetermined end without him. Doors open and close. He

reappears, sees us for an embrace, and crosses over. You and I blend into the strange

night air

a flower —

the time it took, to open

you were gone


– Donna Fleischer
from indra’s net 

The Night of San Lorenzo by Johannes S. H. Bjerg | the other bunny


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Johannes S. H. Bjerg


Source: The Night of San Lorenzo | the other bunny

A Longhouse Birdhouse: BIRDS ~

A Longhouse Birdhouse: BIRDS ~.


Bird Without Wing

All week long the bird was obedient to its caged routine; fed promptly at regularly

measured intervals, even naps taken perfunctorily with cosmic discipline and good

birdism. in this manner the bird did deliver song—an efficient ecstasy. On weekends the

bird was allowed to escape its cage. in moments of disturbed flurry — a dollhouse flight

tiny bell

by the mirror

rings again

Donna Fleischer
indra’s net  bottle rockets press 2003

Area 17: Book Review by Alan Summers: Wild Violets, Yuki Teikei Haiku Society Members’ Anthology 2011

Area 17: Book Review by Alan Summers: Wild Violets, Yuki Teikei Haiku Society Members’ Anthology 2011.

Genetics haibun by Roberta Berry | Rattle: Tribute to Japanese Forms #47 Spring 2015



Roberta Beary

Your eyes are big and round like your father’s

but while his are the color of the Irish Sea

yours are the color of the muddy fields

on my father’s land

fit only for the peasants who worked them.

abortion day

a shadow flutters
the fish tank


#47 – Spring 2015 | Rattle: Poetry for the 21st Century.

Ce Rosenow at Poetry Month 2015 | Joseph Hutchison

by Ce Rosenow

Life filled with a sense of place, work, friends, love. But something isn’t right. Isn’t enough. Isn’t finished. Isn’t. The river rages by. I want forgiveness for wanting more. Instead I hear: Be satisfied. Be grateful. Desiring the out-of-reach could cost everything.

white water
the fury
in my heart


a year longer
than Shiki lived

Poetry Month 2015: Ce Rosenow.