It took me a day and a half to get from Santa Fe in northern New Mexico to the Everglades in southern Florida. I left a busy life of family ...

. One gust of wind and the ginkgo trees along the road scatter their leaves: golden birds, golden hearts against this azure sky. I snatch on...

. God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, the One who with a single thought filled the universe, God of the Exodus and the empty tomb: In the year...

Although you may count me among that number who are inclined to say, I would prefer not to , midway in my journey I do not find myself disor...

. The grey bundle, that I struggle not to get jostled against, moves doggedly down the shopping mile. Just in time I manage to step aside, t...

. In Vietnam, skinny Alvin carried an M60 machine gun weighing 25 pounds and humped over a thousand miles. I remember his letters from the b...

We land with a bump and two hops, the wheels rumble below us and people at the back of the plane begin a round of applause that peters out b...

. On the first day of summer, on the calendar’s first day, my little girl fetched me a withered leaf. "What about summer?" I read ...

. ............... day’s end . . . ........ the dog pokes his bowl .......... for something to eat “Not yet,” I tell him. Movement in the kit...

. On the mani stone by the pathway is a Buddhist prayer for the peace and liberation of all beings. A couple with dogs on leashes pass by. ...

Mother talks to me of walks to her country school, along honeysuckled-scented lanes of hawthorns and high hedges, collecting chestnuts on th...

We are at the mother of all sales, scrunched up against the hats, the no-good, the bad and the downright ugly. Try this one, she orders, and...

A warm light and the night nurse in the hall padding by. I’m hooked to machines with changing green numbers, tubes in both hands. Heartbeat ...

For as long as I’ve been lining up at the Turkish deli stand, I haven’t seen the old lady across the aisle serve customers. On a folding tab...

. tin cans rattling in a bag—the music of Paradise I'd been retired for a month and it was time to arrange for the payout of those speci...

We pause at the top, like on the best roller-coaster, then we are off. The death trap, rattle-box taxi takes the bends wide, a wheel is airb...

. This isn't some fancy sleight of hand, is it? The walls of the stuffy room I lurch across in my dream are falling apart in a whirl of ...

With the 18-inch red glowing parking wand visible, the stout presence of Ernest stands solid in the dark boulevard wearing his fluorescent-y...

You're a lovely liar on this moonlit night. I detect snippets of cricket, cell phone, and crow in your repertoire. Is this a spicy sprin...

Kikakuza is a group of haikai (linked-verse) poets founded in 2005 in honour of Kikaku (1661~1707), Basho’s celebrated disciple. We wish to ...

a wild horse galloping toward me granddad’s fingers The mantle clock chimes as if it were an omen in a fairy tale. The opening notes of a sl...

. It's true — a snowflake screams as it enters water. . George had read my haibun about the dish at Arecibo that listens to the stars. ...

. I can't recall her face or the way she was dressed, but this much I know for certain: I watched a bag lady push her shopping cart alon...

. I've discovered something that makes it easier for me to run my errands on busy Saturdays: of late there's been a flower lady in a...

Attentive readers of Haibun Today , noting recent references to tanka prose, may well ask, “What is tanka prose? Does it differ from haibun?...