Category Archives: Journals 2013

‘The Price of Youth’ in Contemporary Haibun Online, April 2013

‘The Price of Youth’ appears in Contemporary Haibun Online, April 2013, vol 9, no 1 and can be read by clicking here

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The Price of Youth

The hairdresser swirls and swings her ample hips to the music, her flesh quivering. I catch my reflection in the mirror, lips hanging downwards, and shocked, I make a conscious effort to lift the corners of my mouth. She swipes a hand-held mirror like a credit card behind my head, beaming, proud of her work. I smile back spontaneously, pleased with her work too.

young again
this old seed-head approaches
a new year

‘Seasons’ in Contemporary Haibun Online, April 2013

‘Seasons’ appears in Contemporary Haibun Online, April 2013, vol 9, no 1 and can be read by clicking here 

It can also be read below:

Seasons

His eyes sweep the coffee table, taking in the piles of books, the envelopes, the dust. For a moment, I regret I didn’t put them away earlier, didn’t polish the surfaces.

His gaze returns to rest on me calmly, as if he hadn’t been collecting information for our younger colleagues to talk about. I recall one of the others telling me he’d noticed I kept an atlas on my desk for seven years. What of it? What else could I do before Google maps?

We, the older generation, have become something to be observed, monitored, talked about. She writes haiku, they say, raising their eyebrows knowingly, exchanging glances. She’s aged…

I remember how we watched our children and our friends’ children, amused ourselves with their quirkiness, their funny ways, we mimicked their manner of speech; we wondered at the milk teeth, marvelled at their rate of growth. Now they amuse themselves observing us. We meant well, and so do they, I am sure.

the Earth revolves
round its axis –
rhododendrons again

‘Homewards’ in Haibun Today, March 2013 (the text)

My haibun “Homewards” appears in Haibun Today and can be read by clicking here 

Vol.7, No. 1, March 2013

It can also be found below:

Magnolia
Magnolia Exmouth

Homewards

The garden at the back of the Edwardian terrace which is my London home is small but compact. A Magnolia Grandiflora Exmouth grows in its middle, a variety that keeps its glossy, oblong leaves in winter and blossoms in summer. White, deliciously fragrant flowers grace the tree unfailingly, giving me hours of pleasure upon my return from my European excursions. But the neighbor complains about the tree shading her garden. Each year I chop off branches to keep her happy. Each year I dread hearing from her.

sunlight
a dove crosses
the border

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BluePrintReview, issue 30, April 2013

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autumn river
I count the moonbeams
on his hair
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in BluePrintReview, issue 30, in/stance(s), April 2013

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train whistle in the distance deer tracks
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in BluePrintReview, issue 30, in/stance(s), April 2013

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city in winter –
loneliness sweeps through
the terraces
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in BluePrintReview, issue 30, in/stance(s), April 2013

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rumours –
rush of water
over stone
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in BluePrintReview, issue 30, in/stance(s), April 2013

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grilled fish –
reducing the moon’s glare
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in BluePrintReview, issue 30, in/stance(s), April 2013

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chicken broth
the slow unravelling
of time
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in NFTG, January 2013
in BluePrintReview, issue 30, in/stance(s), April 2013

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lavender moon the weight of a butterfly
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in BluePrintReview, issue 30, in/stance(s), April 2013

in Haiku News forthcoming
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first haiku
soothing fragrance
of green tea
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in BluePrintReview, issue 30, in/stance(s), April 2013

 

 

 

Haibun Today, March 2013

My haibun “Homewards” appears in Haibun Today and can be read by clicking here 

Vol.7, No. 1, March 2013

It can also be read below:

Homewards

The garden at the back of the Edwardian terrace which is my London home is small but compact. A Magnolia Grandiflora Exmouth grows in its middle, a variety that keeps its glossy, oblong leaves in winter and blossoms in summer. White, deliciously fragrant flowers grace the tree unfailingly, giving me hours of pleasure upon my return from my European excursions. But the neighbor complains about the tree shading her garden. Each year I chop off branches to keep her happy. Each year I dread hearing from her.

sunlight
a dove crosses
the border