Haibun

He watched the leaf drop beneath the horizon and gently light on the ground. He watched as it became a memory, lingering there in the blooming sunrise. one step closerto…

Sometimes I just sit and stare at an empty page. Nothing comes so I decide to write about nothing which often turns into something. Let’s see. My life’s journey has…

I sometimes wake up feeling remorse. It usually diminishes fairly quickly but I wonder how I'll feel tomorrow when I wake up and you're still gone… there are no postcardsin…

I find myself standing at the corner of Walk and Don’t Walk, waiting in the glow of a streetlamp, the scantest hint of snowflakes floating down through its rays. I…

Everyone's heard about the Big Bad Wolf but he's old now. His tail drags on the floor and his whiskers have turned grey. He's constantly being picked on by little…

the composerpens his Prelude in D . . .solar winds Somewhere, deep in the shadows of his mind, Angelo sits with himself. In his weathered hands he holds a harp…

The beauty of art is that it offers the observer a pathway through their own imagination. cherry treehow many seasonswill I see you bloom

I splash my faceand fumble for a towel…sleepy shadow Staring into the mirror, I revisit my present self. Whiskers have returned. Wrinkles all seem in place. Hair still disappearing, a…

If I tell you the truth, you may find it messy. But art isn’t about being pretty. Its raison d’etre isn’t to be beautiful; rather, it is for providing the…

I’m in the dark, and I can’t sleep. Mom and Dad just broke up. My pillow’s all wet. The wind's blowing the curtains and they look like ghosts. All I…