The Heron's Nest XIV.3

morning overcast
ink from a cuttlefish
darkens the rocks

A Hundred Gourds 2.1

bolted lettuce
the favour
i shouldn't have asked

Presence 49

12 seconds to green
a bumblebee
crosses the road

has it really been almost a month since i last posted? it's been a hectic time with all kinds of obligations and concerns, mainly on account of others. i can't promise much but will try to post a bit more frequently :)


spring cleaning
the aquarium goldfish
moves a few stones

The Heron's Nest XVI.1

blossom wind
a black swan flaps
its clipped wings

When I submitted the following haiku, Martin wrote back he loved the phrase but wasn't too keen on the fragment (neither am I, to be honest, and would probably do it differently now). Still, he wanted to accept it for publication in Presence 48.


winter thaw
a bishop missing
from his chess set


rest in peace, Martin, you will be missed...

wood anemone
the indifference
of joggers



sorry for my scarceness, there just doesn't seem to be enough hours in a day...