Wednesday, July 02, 2008

I trip over
the haiku simile
like it's a log

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

cross the road -

Saturday, August 26, 2006

ear flaps down
I can still hear my wife's

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

autumn hunting trip
under the moon we eat our
Campbell's pork and beans

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

game supper
the guest bites down on
a # 6 shot

Monday, June 19, 2006

June evening
the sounds of the combine
mixing with the TV

Thursday, June 08, 2006

climbing up the house

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

the fields
alive with dame's rocket
welcome visitor

Monday, May 08, 2006

sunny morning
among the quince blossoms
an oriole

Friday, May 05, 2006

an injury
reminds of life's

Monday, May 01, 2006

marsh marigolds
a child's
handpicked bouquet

Friday, April 21, 2006

a pile of feathers
one less free range chicken
daffodils bloom

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

moving blanket
on the living room floor
wife says, move it

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

spitting snow
a hawk overhead
carrying a stick

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

lecture over
throat is sore
- office hours

Saturday, March 25, 2006

warrior spirit
the Johnny Cash Strategy
cherry blossoms fall

Friday, March 24, 2006

spring freshet
an unbroken light bulb
floats in an eddy

Thursday, March 23, 2006

spring break afternoon
Route 9 dim sum haiku group
poetry reading

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

March indifference
a weird inbetween season
neither warm nor cold

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

without ballast
floats on air

Friday, March 10, 2006

here's another by Basho:

Cold night: the wild duck,
sick, falls from the sky
and sleeps awhile.

It is often complained that American haiku tends to have to much going on -- and yet there is a lot going on in this haiku by Basho.
Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a melon.

Matsuo Basho
translated by Robert Hass

Thursday, March 09, 2006

all day
flying north

Friday, March 03, 2006

the peace
of a Friday

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

winter barn cat
asleep in the hay
mice unmolested

Saturday, February 25, 2006

deserted mill
along the canal
where are my missing socks . . .

Friday, February 24, 2006

midnight on the web -
net sure is spooky at night
when you're all alone

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

furtive cigarette
for as long as I've known him -
father's indulgence

Sunday, February 19, 2006

dog with cold rawhide
watches birds expectantly
as shadows lengthen

Sunday, February 12, 2006

cat in winter tree
just above the bird feeder
the birds ignore you
humorous haiku
choka to be more precise
over at big poem

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

"I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit. In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to Society. But it sometimes happens that I cannot easily shake off the village. The thought of some work will run in my head and I am not where my body is--I am out of my senses. In my walks I would fain return to my senses. What business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods?"
--Thoreau, "Walking"

Friday, January 27, 2006

how did he put it?
"been around the writer's block
once or twice before"

Sunday, January 22, 2006

hay baled up in white
marshmallows on a landscape -
good enough to eat

Thursday, January 19, 2006

grey farm pond
water on ice
dirty dishpan

Thursday, January 12, 2006

To a philosopher, all news,
as it is called, is gossip,
and they who edit and read it
are old women over their tea.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

deer running through sheep
scare the snot out of the sheep
baah baah scaredy sheep

Monday, January 09, 2006

my wisdom teeth hurt
most philosophers are fools
says one in the know

inspired by:

Friday, January 06, 2006

Somewhere I read that Basho wrote about 2000 haiku in his life of which 100 or so are considered excellent, and of which he believed there were maybe ten that truly hit the mark. This is a tough ratio but perhaps holds a realistic perspective for us all. Excellent haiku craft requires tireless resolve to keep at it despite the misses and bunches of weaker attempts, with hope that out of the effort will surely come some keepers, and, if we are lucky, serendipity may provide an opportunity to create a haiku that will stand the test of time.
--Tom Clausen, "A Haiku Way of Life"

zappai #1

humorous haiku
just for the sheer hell of it
really haiku? Not!