23/03/2017


reflected in

the shaving mirror

a cactus
 
 

22/03/2017


retrospective

the gallery's creaking

floorboards

 

21/03/2017


spring equinox

a groundsman marking

out his lines
 
 

20/03/2017


hood pulled tight

freezing rain on

not yet daffodils
   

19/03/2017

intro


Haiku is that moment when, across all that is going on, you and the universe catch each other's eye. 

Welcome to Beachcombing for the Landlocked. The new one. I don't know why I decided to discontinue the old one and start again from scratch; I'm sure I had good reasons at the time, I just can't remember what they were. Anyway, it's done now. We are where we are.

Here are a few ku that fell down the gap between BftL incarnations.


1. a christmas ku


shrugged off

my jacket ate

a satsuma



2. a building site ku


holiday weekend

shovel stuck in

a heap of wet sand



3. a drive-by ku


rip at the knee

of her jeans

& a tattoo there



4. a car park ku


through ivy

"... heel clamping

in opera ..."



There you go. Up to date. Seamless continuity :-)