Today

Is Modern HaikuVol. XII, No. 3 (the editor from heck)

deep summer morning
the cicada overflowing
the meadowlark's song


No experimenting, not one liners, no drawing with words, better watch your syalables and keep it in a breath, do not intellectualize, it is being not a thought... allow things to be as they are.

Something new is opening up for me. It seems like a natural. And I struggle to believe it is true... even with that I will walk through the open door

new house
where
the moon rises