promontory
the birdwatchers’
chicken sandwich

31/100 #The100DayProject #100daysnewthings
promontory
the birdwatchers’
chicken sandwich

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apple blossom—
yet in the gym showers
talk of war

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by the sweat
of their brow—
Labour Day

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rubber dinghies—
what they fled from
where they’re going
Haiku in Ephemerae, vol.1, A, 2018 24/100 #The100DayProject #100daysnewthings

clinic corridors—
tears in the fabric
of our lives

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before and after
the Fall—sound of frogs
croaking

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not breathing—
scent of plastic
in the air

20/100 #The100DayProject #100daysnewthings #EarthDay
I read we even breathe plastics!
https://edition.cnn.com/2018/04/22/health/microplastics-land-and-air-pollution-intl/index.html
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I took this photo during a recent visit to Wuerzburg. It is the Großer Sitzende (Big Seated), north side of Wuerzburg Cathedral, a work by Maria Lehnen.
quiet noon—
Earth Day like any other
day

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prima donna
the annual trip
to fairyland

18/100 #The100DayProject #100daysnewthings
My video ‘Lake Constance,’ filmed on location, with haiku by yours truly, and edited by Rob Ward, is now featured as part of The Haiku Foundation HaikuLife FilmFest 2018! (with the sound of waves and wind)
calm evening—
colours melt into
one another

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undressing…
slowly the trees shed
their flowers

14/100 Photo from the garden of the Residenz, Würzburg, Lower Franconia, Bavaria, Germany.
next to
the Book of Genesis…
The Descent of Man

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Statue of a Satyr in the garden of the Residenz, Würzburg, Lower Franconia, Bavaria, Germany
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where angels rest their weary wings

12/100 #The100DayProject #100daysnewthings
red rain—
messages from beyond
the horizon

#The100DayProject #100daysnewthings
memories
the scent of white
on white

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#The100DayProject #100daysnewthings #poetsofinstagram
#followme #poetry #poems #haiku #stories #dailycreativity

at last…
birdsong spilling out
of dawn

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#The100DayProject #100daysnewthings #poetsofinstagram
#followme #poetry #poems #haiku #stories #dailycreativity #tomato
spring picture—
let there be rain
let there be green

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#The100DayProject #100daysnewthings
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quiet noon
the pair of swans
just left the frame
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2/100 of #the100DayProject #100daysnewthings #haiku #haiga #Weitmannsee Lake.
Watermill am Brunnenlech is my 1/100 #100daysnewthings
city of water
floating on your
Roman past
Augsburg is applying to be included in the UNESCO World Heritage list, aiming to secure its unique water management system for the future and make it visible to the whole world.
It says, “Canal landscapes and water towers, waterworks and water power characterize Augsburg. In the interplay of innovative spirit and technical mastery, the city had a system of water management unique in Europe for 500 years. Artistically designed magnificent wells and buildings of world renown to this day of the appreciation of Augsburg water art.”
Best wishes to #Augsburg for their application!
#the100DayProject #Unesco #water #haiku #haiga
Having read Dorothee Lang’s blog post on the #The100DayProject, I am tempted to take part. I will have to choose a theme and create something daily, for 100 days on it, posting the result on Instagram.
A couple of problems: I didn’t want to join yet another social media channel, and have only a few days to find a theme to focus on for the project starting on the 3 of April. And how could I possibly find the time? For these reasons, and many more, I decided to . . . give it a go.
I am settling on 100 days of finding new, to me, things. Of opening up to new ideas, other ways of thinking, other people; expanding my horizons! And I’ve just signed up on #Instagram. I will be using my iPad to post. Daily hashtags: #The100DayProject #100daysnewthings #poetsofinstagram
Each day, I’ll be searching for, finding and posting something new to me. It may not be new to you, but to me, it may be an epiphany. ‘It’ may be an interesting quotation, a piece of information, a discovery or re-discovery, a haiku or other poem or text I discover in me, a photo of something I hadn’t noticed before…you get the gist.
Thank you Dorothee for the inspiration and encouragement!
It’s at its loudest in the early morning hours. Before light dissolves darkness, before the neighbour leaves for work, before the birds start singing, his laboured breathing comes over the baby monitor whispering, gurgling, rattling, spluttering…
I lie awake listening to the crack of thunder, the roaring waterfall, the sounds of the sea emitted from his chest. A car starting, the exhaust backfiring, the train leaving station. The boat reversing in the harbour. Light rain. A soft mieow. His breathing renders a whole world. In this soundscape, I make out the stories he told me when years ago he put me to bed.
Soon, light dispels the apparitions, and his breath comes over the monitor soft, steady, regular, lulling me to sleep.
music of the spheres
how we became
human
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In the inaugural issue of Wales Haiku Journal, Spring 2018
cherry blossom —
from flowering to fall
our short lives
Congratulations to the winners! The results of the British Haiku Society Awards 2017 are out!
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I am honoured to have been asked to serve as a judge in the ‘Ken and Noragh Jones Haibun Awards.’ And very much enjoyed reading all the wonderful entries.
The results and reports by all sections’ judges can be viewed at the Society’s website (for haibun, please scroll down), and will also be published in Blithe Spirit, the Society’s Journal.
A big thank you to the Society for entrusting me with this task, and to all those who sent in their entries.
Honoured to be included in ‘old song,’ The Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku 2017, edited by Jim Kacian and the Red Moon Press Editorial Staff:
The Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku assembles each year the finest haiku and related forms published around the world in English into a single book. old song, the twenty-second volume in the most honored series in the history of English-Language haiku, includes 151 poems (haiku & senryu), 17 linked forms (haibun, renku, rengay and sequences), and 5 critical pieces on the reading, writing and study of the genre.
refugee child—
folding and unfolding
his paper boat
p.54
(This poem had received First Prize in the Sharpening The Green Pencil Haiku Contest 2017)
Delighted to have two poems featured on Jennifer Hambrick’s blog Inner Voices, for a second year hosting the International Women’s Haiku Festival 2018! This is how Jennifer introduces them in her blog:
Two laser-sharp senryu by poet Stella Pierides explore women’s age dynamics and the eternal question of women’s dress and sexuality.
dressed to kill
she asks
if I’m retired
Jennifer says:
Well. Why not just ask about her final wishes? The picture is this senryu is crystal clear: a younger woman, in full heat of professional and/or personal ambition and wearing the clothes to prove it, asks the poetic speaker, whom I read to be an older woman, if she’s retired – read: no longer competition, no longer someone to be concerned with. To be charitable, maybe it’s just an observation: the older woman looks older, looks perhaps comfortable in her own skin, and the younger woman just doesn’t get a) that retired doesn’t equal out to pasture, and b) that remarking, even obliquely, on someone’s age is at best insensitive. And what if the poetic speaker actually is retired? Picasso said it best: “It takes a very long time to become young.”
and:
knee-length skirt
the extent
of her rebellion
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Jennifer writes:
This little senryu is situated perfectly between the rock and the hard place that, eventually, every woman encounters. Look sexy, be sexy, the world instructs. But not too sexy. In this poem, rebellion against the social expectations that a girl or woman be prim and proper results in a shorter skirt. But rebellion against social expectations doesn’t necessarily eliminate the expectations. There is potentially a price to pay – the demise of one’s reputation – for breaking the rules, hence the “extent of her rebellion” is defined by the knees. It could be fear from social pressure that keeps everything north of the knees covered, or it could just be the poem subject’s authentic assessment of her own comfort.
Many thanks to Jennifer Hambrick for including my poems!
I am very much looking forward to reading and enjoying the rest of the month’s contributions with Jennifer’s insightful commentaries.

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Monoku ‘white light’ appeared as part of my haibun
Modern Haiku, 49:1, 2018
beyond Mars
all wars fought
in silence
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alpha centauri. . .
reaching for a cup
of tea
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no matter what
roses
on Venus
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small wonders
the cosmic dust particles
on my roof

In Scifaikuest (print version only), February 2018, p.13 (ed. t.santitoro)
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On its 50th anniversary, the Museum received a gift towards establishing a Collection of Lost Words. The three curators entrusted with this project, feeling an overwhelming sense of responsibility and apprehension, set about their work immediately. At their first meeting, the youngest of the three suggested they might place an ad in the national press, or even tweet about it asking for submissions. The oldest suggested they go on a retreat together with hand-picked etymologists, philosophers, and linguists, in other words experts, to brain-storm. The woman on the team suggested they search online catalogues for words no longer in use. Words written on tablets and papyri, words from extinct languages. For weeks they discussed the relationship between words and the worlds they described; words and the worlds they gave rise to. Forbidden words, or overused words that lost their meaning. As a result of intense deliberations, a special linguistic search engine was built capable of scouring for lost words. It didn’t take long for results to start coming in. The first word to be returned was ‘love’.
cracked earth
last year’s seedling
yet to sprout
Frogpond 40:3, p.63, 2017