this old crypt

this old crypt
over tea and cakes
our laughter rises

stonework arch

The Walk Home. ‘crystallised moments expressed in haiku form’


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.’