Whishing, or: Wishing

My 1st Wayra sipping cold coffee rubbing hand over cool scalp sparse bristles whishing softly my thick hair migrated southwards one crisp, chilly season d'Verse poetry prompt: The Wayra At d'Verse, poets were invited to try their hands at writing wayras. The Wayra (Quechua - wind) is a popular verse form of Peru and Bolivia.… Continue reading Whishing, or: Wishing

Pink, or: Ultraviolet

A haibun Nearly twenty years ago when I was in my mid-twenties, I drove to the District of Columbia from my parents' home in New Jersey to meet an online friend of mine in person. This was during the famed National Cherry Blossom Festival, and we walked about together, chatting outside under the hot spring… Continue reading Pink, or: Ultraviolet