Showing posts with label Gnarled Oak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gnarled Oak. Show all posts

Saturday, December 03, 2022

The Haiku Foundation, Haiku of the Day (formerly Per Diem), October 2022

Selected by Kath Abela Wilson for the theme of "Haunting": October 8, 2022


on that bench
where we used to sit
the ghost of you

Gnarled Oak 10, October 2016

(note: this first appeared as a haiga)

Friday, August 12, 2016

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Gnarled Oak, Issue 4, July 2015

A Reverence for Rust


rusted wheels
carrying us toward
the hymn of home

a haloed sun
beckons us beyond
the rusty gate

pressed prayers
these rusting memories
between our palms

rust-flecked silo
our songs still echo
hallelujah

Friday, July 24, 2015

Gnarled Oak, Issue 2, February 2015

I was honoured to have my phrase "the velocity of night" chosen by the editor, James Brush, to be the title for issue 2 of Gnarled Oak.





Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Gnarled Oak, Issue 1, December 2014

a wild sky
tethered to earth . . .
chain lightning

Gnarled Oak, Issue 3, April 2015

These Hands


These hands cradled the window-stunned sparrow, and caressed the stiff hairs on the hide of the elephant.

These hands tended the garden, strummed the strings, and focused the lens on all things abandoned and broken.

These hands held the walking stick up the mountain, over the frozen river, and down the path of enlightenment.

These hands kneaded the dough, carried water from the well, and kindled the fire of longing . . .


bone-white
gnarled driftwood
these hands
no longer able to play
the soft notes of your skin