this old crypt
over tea and cakes
our laughter rises
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out there
out there, the old moon
a single cricket chirping
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frost-rimed sock
frost-rimed sock
by the railroad track —
the paths walked to get here
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click of the gate
click of the gate
and my daughter’s heels –
two a.m.
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crowned Buddha
crowned Buddha
in a king’s garden,
what wisdom!
your right earlobe jewelled
with birddropping
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winter sunset
even the gas works scaffold
gilded rosy pink
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you, moon, behave!
you, moon, behave!
I drive this winding road,
you’re bounding left and right
.The Walk Home. ‘a world of ecstatic openness,’ Colin Blundell (President of The British Haiku Society).
sun and whiskey smell
sun and whiskey smell
of roses, September’s blue
and final day
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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.’
the honey jar
the honey jar
brushes the vase and spills
rose petals
The Walk Home. Haiku, senryu, tanka. A retrospective, thirty years of writing in the world of haiku. Alba Publishing. ‘beautifully crystallised moments expressed in haiku form.’
Be here now 