Below are eleven Buson haiku

‘The short night–‘The short night–on the hairy caterpillarbeads of dew.The short night–patrolmenwashing in the river.The short night–bubbles of crab frothamong the river reeds.The short night–a broom thrown awayon the beach.The short night–the Oi Riverhas sunk two feet.The short night–on the…

Beautiful is the ‘thank you’

Offered to peace prone peopleWho offer what is real-themselvesTo nurse with love and humilitynapalm asphyxiated victimsin our stained worldveiling ambition with face ofhumanity.Beautiful is the momentwhen sunlit world fades awayAnd with it mind made mirrorWhile look inward drawn, sight insight…

I came as tomorrow

To your warm wombMother……Without your choiceOr mineDestined to up dateWith timeOur human treeBut before loveGrew into flesh and wordsWhat is unfinished creation-A precipitation of bloodBecame my transcendence.

Made homeless from home

Extend an armless arm, find it harderTo hold peace than explosivesIn a napalmed landWhere arms are more expensiveThan human hands.As homebred exile I learn to follow safetythrough blood on the roadlit flashed by bomb-light,To grow under a chemical skyDripping with…