24 May 2015

well, that's the end of christianity then


no original sin -

your wheels fall off

like a clown car



the Better News is 

that we were never broken

to begin with 

     

21 May 2015

a bird in the hand


fledgeling . . .

wing feathers flutter

in the cat's mouth



lifeless . . .

this fledgeling an almost

perfect replica


. . . . . . . . . .


& a repeat of a haiku in memory of my younger sisters D & S for what would be their birthday. 
twins, D lived for a day and S for thirty-five years.
for me,  a lifetime of family memory and emotion are held in these three simple lines.  


day break

half a pale blue

egg shell


  

cloud shadows ...


cloud shadows

another someone tells me

i look tired
 
 

mine, included in Bones Journal issue 6, current issue


the window cleaner's ladder

leaves two small holes

in the planet



my head

a swirl of starlings

i'm st / ill



talk of myths

low sun smears

the windscreen



confirmation bias

everywhere the glorious

absence of gods



My deepest thanks to the Bones, Journal for contemporary haiku, issue 6 editorial team.

our fault for having bark chips (pun optional)


velcro dog !

leave some of the garden

in the garden

 

that retina-burning yellow


rapeseed field -

not seeing his

hi-vis jacket
 
 

widow


each year

she buys her late husband

a birthday orchid

 

from the minarets ...


from the minarets of chives a call to reason

 

mother's day (in the U.S, we've had ours already)


for some of us

it's always someone else's

mother's day

 

haiku for a thumb-twiddling evening


non-event horizon

a slow swing

of the light-pull

 

drowsy ...


drowsy among the aquilegias i've done all i can

   

reggae drifting across from someone else's garden


heavy dub

from somewhere near

the peony buds

 

snail shells


snail shells

around the lupin

i rehearse

some ad libs

just in case

 

you again ...


you again -

the same breeze

cold & warm

 

used to it now ...


used to it now

the hollow tree i

climbed inside
 
 

forget-me-nots ...


forget-me-nots

our white dog shakes off

pale blue stars
 
 

disappearing ...


disappearing

into the yellow field

their cat's

tail

too loud, man, too loud


a secret:

sometimes the full moon

's brightness

makes me anxious

rainy night


this rainy night

i gaze at

closed daisies &

cow parsley stars