~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.” Anaïs Nin
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~身の奥の鈴鳴りいづるさくらかな 黒田杏子
mi no oku no suzu nariizuru sakura kana
a bell in the depth of my body
starts to ring
cherry blossoms
Momoko Kuroda
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winter afternoon
in the branches of the burning bush
a cardinal flares
K. Brobeck
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by Joseph Harker
Thirteen Ways of Slicing a Tomato
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妻今宵月の兎と遊ぶならむ 伊藤伊那男
tsuma koyoi tsuki no usage to asabu naramu
my wife tonight
must be playing
with rabbits on the moon
Inao Ito
from ‘Haidan,’ (‘Haiku Stage’) a monthly haiku magazine, October 2012 Issue, Honami Shoten, Tokyo
Fay’s Note: The poet lost his wife 7 years ago.
