the strange poetry of dreams I wake up so thirsty
first smile of the year my fingers stained with blue ink
autumn leaves like me trapped under ice
I unfold the napkin and banish the shadows
Haiku honor
I just found out that a haiku I sent to The Mainichi Daily News was awarded a third place prize in 2010 for the best haiku in English:
no matter
which way the table wobbles
the heat
I suppose I should google myself more often…
You can see many more fine haiku that were printed in The Mainichi Daily News here.
what to save what to send
sunshine through young leaves
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voices echo in the hall I turn down the TV
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the tree shaking his head no in the wind
frozen grass I breathe out just to see the cloud
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distant sound of sirens through snowflakes winter seclusion
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blowing the crumbs off my keyboard I think of the old dog
the wind & rain a gamelan
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a tree broken by the wind I only have questions this morning
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bare trees in bright sun why is it so hard to be nice to myself
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one more I say and stare at the clouds
the winter fly bouncing on the ceiling doesn’t want my help
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the sound of distant cars my cereal loses its crunch
a word I didn’t expect a drop of ink uncurls in the water
other animals 