“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh

Friday, November 26, 2021

My deaf cat ...

My deaf cat

doesn’t hear the storm.

If she feels the energy

she gives no sign.

She calls me insistently

as she does every night

to come stroke and scratch

behind her ears and under her chin,

then settles on her white rug

and relaxes into sleep.

Wednesday, November 24, 2021

In heavy rain ...

in heavy rain
a tiny green tree frog
gives huge voice –
his joy my comfort
its deep steady throb

Monday, November 8, 2021

Wet Spring Haiku

sodden ground

greening as new weeds

split the mulch


rain-soaked Spring –

perhaps this Summer

no bushfires? 

Thursday, October 28, 2021

Sending a Signal

I swap 

the queen size bed

for a single –

telling the Universe: no,

I really don’t want company

Wednesday, September 1, 2021

Tuesday, July 13, 2021

An American Sentence for Issa

Haiku nights: going to bed with Issa again; he’s wintering too.


I'm reading this book (pictured) in bed every night lately; at present looking at his winter haiku – while it's winter for me too just now, here in the Southern Hemisphere.

Written for Weekly Scribblings #78 at Poets and Storytellers United, where Magaly invites us to choose one of several micro-forms.


Ironic, perhaps, that I didn't choose a haiku to reference Issa, one of the great haiku masters. But then, this piece is more senryu than haiku – and an American sentence can be either ... or neither.


[Is a poem actually working when the explanations are longer than it?]