We call them invasive species now, but they didn’t ask to be brought here and planted ‘for wildlife,’ the multiflora roses, Amur honeysuckles, Russian olives, Japanese barberries…
Category: haibun
Raised by Trees
Before my salad days, I was sour as cabbage…
Floatation devices
Fully half of my Instagram followers now appear to be sex workers…
Fog walker
fog walker the millipede’s carpet of legs
In black cherry time
This is what happens as soon as I stop walking, my daily habit: I become habitat.
Sacrificial
Why is it this year that the familiar warbler songs sound like dripping blood or fabric being torn?
What May Come
Where did it come from, this premonition that someday I will be parted from my head?
Water Gap
Train following the river; snowflakes following the train.
Leafless
There’s no denying the appeal of dead trees: they look more human.
Question mark
In a distant field, a white house glows like a sail in the late-March sun.
Premonition
The feeling that something is about to happen, out here where nothing ever happens…
Bell’s Gap
Strolling down the Allegheny Front on an old rail bed. A haibun.
Woodrat photohaiku 