Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.
Gabriel García Márquez
Haiku for today, April 12, 2014
Great virtue and curse
This refusal to be chained
Live free at all cost
Haiku for today, April 11, 2014
Time to sweep out webs
Shake the rugs and start anew
We survived winter!
Haiku for today, April 10, 2014
Good some warmth can do
For the soul’s nooks and crannies
To fill aches with light
Haiku for today, April 9, 2014
Oceans of empty
Still searching and wading through
Nothing but nothing
Editta Sherman on the Train to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden, ca. 1972. Gelatin silver photograph. Photographed by Bill Cunningham. See more of Cunningham’s photos here.
Train to Brooklyn. I love this so much.
Haiku for today, April 8, 2014
Spring in Chicago
Wet earth smells come first, then worms
Sun creaks through the chill