Archive for the Haiga Category

Haiga Walk & NEW Hibikiai & Senri Times

Posted in Event report, Haiga, News, Walking with tags on April 16, 2017 by Tito

Click on the page link marked ‘Haiga Walk – March 2017‘ at top right to enjoy Gerald’s illustrated report on the wonderful haiku sketching and painting outing to Umenomiya Taisha’s plum garden on March 14th, which he kindly organized.

Please also note the NEW time scheduling of our two English Haiku classes (for the next three months only):
KYOTO Hibikiai Forum 5/11, 6/8 and 7/13 18:30-20:00 (30 mins later than normal)
OSAKA Senri Bunka Centre 4/27, 5/25, 6/22 19:30-21:00 (90 mins later than normal; we will return to 18:00-19:30 from July)

Sweeping the leaves

Posted in Autumn, Haiga on December 6, 2016 by Gerald

sweeping-the-leaves-2-icebox-2016                          click on the picture to read the poem


Posted in Haiga with tags on August 1, 2016 by Gerald

Durohaiga                          click on the picture to read the poem

Martin Luther King Jr. Day 2016

Posted in Haiga, Tribute with tags on January 19, 2016 by Gerald

mountaintop speech haiga

Click on the image to see it better!

Toshitaka Ida – September 6, 2014

Posted in Haibun, Haiga, Haiku, News on September 23, 2014 by Gerald

Hailstone member and Icebox contributor has passed away…

Haiga, Haiku, and Haibun by Toshi


One daffodil
Arranged for the expected guest-
Our morning hall.

Spring meadows-
A boy following his father
With tiny steps.

Polyp, benign-
Light steps on the way home
Through clover fields.

Who planted them?
Morning glories at their best
In the evacuation grounds.

The temple class
Copies a sutra with brush and ink-
Distant cascade.

The sunflower row-
Have they all been disciplined
Not to look aside?

The place he says
He learned the War had ended-
Tomato patch.

My Second Home
My mother came from a village in a remote area of Gifu prefecture, where as a young boy, I spent a month of my summer vacation every year.

My cousin was a year younger than I, but he had been head of the gang of playmates in the village. Needless to say I got mixed up in it, too.

In short, the village became my second home. The arrowroot, which crawled over every corner of the village, was wild enough to lead me into the world of Kipling’s Jungle Book, and, in more recent years, makes me feel this village to be all the dearer.

This summer, after forty years of absence, I stayed with the cousin for a brief holiday there. In spite of the rapid wave of development that had taken much of the surrounding region, the village itself was just as it had been forty years before, wild arrowroot still covering much of it. During my stay I had nothing to do – no merry playmates and no adventures – but the days were blissful nonetheless.

Three days have passed
At my dear old home-
Wild arrowroot blooms.

Three days are neither too long nor too short for one to enjoy the memories of one’s early childhood.

Toshi fan on bench

wild bamboo

Posted in Haiga, Summer on July 4, 2014 by Gerald

wild bamboo


click on the image to magnify and read the haiku

Painting Haiga Plates in Higashiyama

Posted in Event report, Haiga, Spring with tags on May 8, 2014 by Tito

Eiko and Akito in the foreground. Jiko at the topLawrence Jiko Barrow kindly opened his studio to Hailstone for a composition stroll (ginko) on Sun., 20 April, 2014. After lunch, we tried to paint, in underglaze colours onto preformed plates, something of what we had experienced. Each plate featured a haiku, some of which are given below.

KC4F0045The woods behind the studio rise steeply towards a hillcrest, on which stands the mausoleum of Toyotomi Hideyoshi, hardly a haiku figure! The fallen leaves were a mixture of the previous autumn’s (still unswept and undecayed) and the leaf-fall of the broadleaved evergreen trees and bamboos, which choose spring to shed. The dog, which belongs to Jiko’s landlord, is called ‘Charo’.photo 24
Easter Sunday —
the hailstone iron kettle


Higashiyama —
Cherry petals on the trail
A dog is reluctant to walk


white fungus
has wound around the dead oak …

……………. Mayumi Kawaharada

rustling fallen leaves
as we walk:
new spiralling ferns

……………. Akira Kibi

The dog confuses
My pen with a snack —
Spring woodland

……………. Tito

The bamboo grove,
My father gently recalled

……………. Ursula Maierl

Absorbed in serenity
Leaves rustle, birds sing —
The warlord’s tomb!

……………. Eiko Mori

Hideyoshi’s tomb —
Nobody sweeps here
But the April wind

……………. Branko ManojlovicKC4F0054
photo 15KC4F0063















Others participating: Peggy McMonagle, Akito Mori, John Dougill