Poiesis: The Words

Always chasing them On and off the clock at work Notebook in my pocket on the park bench Or in the kitchen waiting for water to boil stirring in the pasta My daughter says ‘Mom, you’re not listening You have that faraway look’ They collaborate behind my eyes At night whispered into my husband’s ear … Continue reading “Poiesis: The Words”

Haiku by Yosa Buson

Field of bright mustard,the moon in the east,the sun in the west. Yosa Buson (1716-1783) was equally esteemed as a great poet and painter. Initially I misread one of my favorites as saying ‘moon in the west’ and ‘sun in the east.’ I thought his bright yellow field was illuminated by moonset and sunrise. Buson … Continue reading “Haiku by Yosa Buson”