A Tumultuous Zazen
Haibun Coldplay’s “the Scientist” plays. Dreamlike imagery arises: a woman handing out cuvards; a drop of Jesus’ blood. Always returning to “wind.” Breathing The bell gongs. I can’t stand up as the others rise...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Haibun Coldplay’s “the Scientist” plays. Dreamlike imagery arises: a woman handing out cuvards; a drop of Jesus’ blood. Always returning to “wind.” Breathing The bell gongs. I can’t stand up as the others rise...
Haibun Poem “White Crane Spreads its Wings” Sunlight rippling off the Ramapo River Deep breath in. During commencement, I raise soft, rounded arms. They ascend, roll and descend. Deep breath out. As I...