Delighted to have two haibun in the inaugural issue of
bonsai: a journal of haiku & other small poems!
Upon seeing her newborn photo, my eldest asks,
“Was I little?”
“Am I still little?”
the years she’s soaked
The Kindness of Strangers
“She’s learning to talk isn’t she?”
A kind middle age women smiles at my child who’s saying hi to every customer in the coffee shop. Too often I’m swept up in the minutia of protecting, teaching, and caring for my young. When I can remove myself from the moment and see the bigger canvas that I’m painting, I see how stunning it is.
how my hand slips
around the mug