removing mascara
as the night bus roars
past my house

The Walk Home. ‘an appreciation of all aspects of life.’ haiku, senryu, tanka.



rather than follow
Basho’s footsteps North, I rock
my baby to sleep

The Walk Home. Haiku, senryu, tanka. A retrospective, thirty years of writing in the world of haiku. Alba Publishing. ‘an entry into a world of ecstatic openness.’