Archive for March, 2010


Posted in Spring, Uncategorized, Workshopping on March 31, 2010 by david mccullough

snow whips

full-blown cherrytrees

he finds a hole

in his heart

Blossoms in the Snow

Posted in Haipho, Spring, Uncategorized, Winter with tags , on March 30, 2010 by Tito


In the hurry to see

Cherry flowers & snow,

My bootlace

Still undone.

(Mt. Ogura, Kyoto, 30.3.10)

H & C

Posted in Haiqua, Winter with tags , on March 25, 2010 by Tito


A hole in the wall

Thorns on acacia


Thursday arrives.


Not a chihuahua in sight

In Chihuahua town

Although we ask around –

Blanket of winter sun.


These were composed, respectively in Hermosillo and Chihuahua, on a trip made to Northern Mexico in early February this year. For another haiku (with photo), see earlier posting ‘Mexequine’; and for a haibun about crossing back through Juarez into the US, please see ‘Longer Haibun’ page (via link at top right).


Posted in Spring, Uncategorized on March 13, 2010 by Ellis

Nobuyuki Yuasa’s discussion of the use of ugly words, “haigon,” in haiku tradition (see the responses to “In Search of Himiko’s Palace”) touches on a debate I’ve been having with myself over whether to post a new poem. I’m so starved for any sign of spring in the city that even the smallest things cheer me up. Even what might be the Yuckiest Kigo Ever:

Warm sun! First fucked-out
condoms on the sidewalk!
Can spring be far behind?

Maybe I need to get out of New York for a little while…

Waterside Birds, Part III: the River-Ousel or Dipper

Posted in Haibun with tags on March 12, 2010 by sosui

by Nobuyuki Yuasa (Sosui)

Another waterbird that wears a monk’s robe is the river-ousel, or dipper. It is a small bird the size of a sparrow. This bird lives only in the upper parts of rivers, where water is clean and cold. Like cormorants, river-ousels are good divers, but they do not catch fish. What they catch is the small insects that live on the river beds. It is a wonder to me that they can dive into a fast-flowing stream without being swept down. They fly low at surprising speed, and dive into the foaming water; but, unlike cormorants, it seems they cannot stay underwater very long. You will soon see them emerging from the water, only to fly away between the rocks and dive again. They are always active and seem to need no rest. They are solitary birds, too, having nothing to do with human beings; not even with the trout fishermen nearby. Their short sharp cries also sound aloof. Such headwaters, where river-ousels live, are indeed sanctuaries. Alas, each year some of these sanctuaries disappear. Yet in my mind, they will never cease to exist.

A river-ousel flies
Askance the dashing river —
The foaming shallows.


Posted in Haiqua, Winter with tags on March 5, 2010 by Tito


.. A bare willow

.. Silky river

.. Afternoon

.. February moon


……. (Bray, Berkshire, England, 26.2.10)