Haiku to haiga to bricolage
originally published as photo-haiga in Chrysanthemum 31 October 2023
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dharma
protect all children
a thousand crickets my two hands harmonize a Jizo Garden
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dog days of summer
18K gold sunset then sterling silver meteor shower
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treaty people
Listen to long grass whisper of dead warriors our past underfoot It’s Indigenous People’s Day, and let’s hope there are no greeting cards to commemorate it. The other 364 days of the year are indigenous people’s days too. In the spirit of named days and acts of contrition, I read “38” by Layli Long Soldier,
The Libyan Sybil
The Libyan Sybil is another of my photo haiga, created using found text. I was resting my feet on a bench in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, quietly studying Sybil’s beautiful marble foot. The image I made included the title and author card, “William Wetmore Story (1819-1895)/ The Libyan Sybil/1860: this carving,1861/Marble”. I constructed the
a winter abstraction
Today I watched the NFB documentary, Duncan Campbell Scott: The Poet and the Indians, about a man who was on one hand a fine and respected poet, and on the other hand a powerful and determined repressor of native peoples in Canada. In the brief history presented, it seemed to have been noted, but not
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November
November November is the Somme of the year – cold, wet, futile. The clouds always seem to arrive, never to leave. I surrender to the browbeating wind, and walk down the road, unseeing. Slate sky / wept for all souls / things went south mia burrus 2012