Becoming
Remembering awakening in my bed, the grownups talking in the living room outside my room. My blue-walled bed was open on one side so I could have tiptoed out to […]
Category Archives: haibun
Shadowed silence
During the first days of the pandemic, the world grew silent as if in chock. Even the wind faded and the water surface mirrored the pale whiteness of the overcast […]
Reeds
Days have followed days during the pandemic but during the holidays we at least never signed into work. Instead we cleared some space in our cluttered home. Space that we […]
Sunset working from home
At home today, Monday, three o’clock and I go for tea. Only a few steps from my desk to the kettle: another habit; a short break, a brief relapse. But […]
Five days before All-Saints
The street lights reflecting in the wet asphalt and leaves cannot penetrate the deeper shadows beside the foot-path. We walk in silence as I think of my childhood, both my […]
