Just before a-quiver
Night’s a silent river, candle-clocks are hands unlocking cabinets. to all anticipated secrets; time’s a canopy a-quiver. teardrop leaves a-falling and below a staircase still in- definite: night’s an island; […]
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Drying our wings
When even hell has closed its doors we’re waiting by the river shore empty purses, swaying, waiting. saying: we cannot pay the ferryman. And every night the river suicides will […]
Carpe Diem Haiku – River
mountain stream connections through the river everlasting surfs Linked to Carpe Diem Linked to Carpe Diem — September 18, 2014
Pilgrimage – a haibun
A pilgrimage is very much like the formation of a river. High up in the mountains where everlasting snow melts in the summer sun, very much like a thought is […]
Carpe Diem Haiku – Volga River
Crossing a big river on our long trip, breaks not only the monotony of the taiga forests but it interrupts our conversations as well. Somehow the train has been transformed, […]
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