When Mowing, Mow
Haibun The tractor mower drives toward the pygmy Chinese Maple. The engine’s drone, heard through ear protectors. The stiff steering wheel, gripped in gloved hands. The long grasses stretch to the sun. solstice beside...
Tagged: nature
I Need A Moment
Poem I need a moment To feel what’s happening to me Life is happening to me I need a moment To feel the hills underneath me To feel where I am Here I...
Lepidopteric* Encounters
Haibun We step through the second door, entering the arbortorium, and feel saturated by semi-tropical heat and humidity! Large palms and other representative flora grow out of the center. The palm branches shelter the...
Vineyard Visit
Haibun A patio of filled tables and empty bottles. A trio plays the Beatles, the lead singer tapping a tambourine against her thigh. We stopped at the Torne Valley Vineyard on the way back...
Stumbling Along the Way
Haibun “All I care about is the way. I find it in my craft, that’s all.” —Ting the Cook Chuang Tzu, Chapter 3 A quick rush of rainfall. Wind chime songs. Drops cling to...
Meandering
Haibun The bike path moves. No, we do, walking it. Far enough from Lake Champlain, we still see the rippling wake catch the afternoon sun, whether moving or sitting. We keep our own pace...
Tusk Till Gone
Short Story Reluctantly I open my eyes to the bright sun cresting above the horizon. Lately I find myself sleeping only about three or four hours a night and ever since the dry...
The Last Warning
Short Story Fully eclipsed amongst the vast coniferous wilderness lay a shadowy log cabin. Its exterior walls crudely fashioned from the surrounding forests collection of rotting logs, each eerily displaying long strips of cascading...
When She Sings
Poem Golden night has spread its wings in the summer sky above. Swallows dancing while she sings her song of life and love. She caresses me and whispers words of wisdom and eternal...
Electric Sparks
Poem Slowly waking, one by one, A hive of glowing fireflies: I watch them burning to life Wondering what dreams they’re dreaming What each one is thinking Alone in his glowing cell; Bright...
Sing Your Chant
Poem The day is the yellow of a sun. And the sky is smiling back through lands and grass as green as thousands emeralds and the beach is kissed by waves as blue as...
