after the flood—
one sandal
up in the tamarisk
#haiku #poetry
in the dark kitchen
full of reflected rainlight
the bowl of my spoon
#poem #haikuish #haiku
leaving our neighbor's yard
a bird flies over to our tree
and sings a different song
before sunset
you must climb cold mountain
following the owl
#UnknownFairyTales #haiku
the old man
sets down his axe—
from the bamboo stalk
a tiny girl blinks
at the morning
#5lines
#FairyTales
silver needles
pulling threads of stars
across the midnight sky
#haiku
march today and i
am standing in my drive arms out
turning slowly in the blood warm wind
how many will sweep yesterday
under the radiating rug
#gogyohka #micropoetry
i have come to wade but the cold water is in turmoil warm with the smells of other people rushing past to dive into the depths
#monostich #micropoetry
a narrow path
through tall ferns~
somewhere ahead
a small bell
ringing
#tanka
in this
honeysuckle-rain
slowly
coming back
to myself
#tanka
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Love this so much! 💖 I love the progression from the dark, quiet (winter) tower into the bright, bird-song spring. Bird-song spring is a tiny poem all on its own. Thank you so much, Kris.💖✨️
no crown now
only morning light
in her loose hair;
the whole meadow ringing
with bird-song spring
I am the glitch
beneath
the lightning
flash.
The endless sea
that reflects the
sky back to
itself.
I am the vessel,
the body,
the vehicle,
the receiver—
for 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨
that creates
outside
of
my atmosphere.
#VSS365 #Poetry #Poem
#BlueskyPoetry #ThrowbackPoem
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drag racing the moon
down an empty highway
don't leave me behind
#haiku #senryu
The princess
in the tower finds
a spiral staircase
and walks down and down
into bird-song spring
Today's #tanka for #UnknownFairyTales is especially for @joypops.bsky.social
Next, the heirloom daffodils are going strong--this is a 19th century variety called "Gloriosus." VERY fragrant, to the point of being mildly disturbing. Those are muscari making their way up around the daffs and the neighbors' star jasmine snaking around the fence to say hello.
my first published fiction since.... high school maybe?? im getting wild at the Hydra
Some days I just feel like this Edward Gorey bird gets it.
Spectacular octopus from the floor of the women’s changing room at the Central Baths in ancient Herculaneum.
📷 by me
#MosaicMonday
#Archaeology
Also, here’s a poem I wrote on my phone while out on a walk this morning: www.vianegativa.us/2026/03/spri...
😉🫂😉
the path
if it is one
keeps changing
from light
to shadow
from shadow
to thought
and back
to the simple
fact
of ground
underfoot
i had wanted
direction
but what comes
is smaller
and stranger
a widening
inside
the ordinary
#poetry
#poem
she tells her neighbor
to please be quiet
for the moon
and the moonflowers
have been talking all night
and she really wants to hear it
when I die, I hope
that something beautiful
remains behind
#haiku #shahai #haiga
When sirens sound, every child deserves somewhere safe to run.
Jewish & Arab activists from Standing Together are raising funds and bringing bomb shelters to Bedouin communities in Israel’s south who’ve long been left without protection.
Stop 👏 having 👏 unrealistic 👏 body 👏 standards 👏 for 👏 camels 👏
Teacheres, critical Gen AI folkes, plese share! New article publisshed todaye: "Talking to Students about Generative AI." "Whatever their capabilities, GenAI outputs cannot replace human voices or the critical thinking that writing enables and promotes..."
compstudiesjournal.com/2026/03/09/t...
all down the dark road
soft-cheeked little indoor moons
shine through the curtains
Ah, I hope you felt better as the day wore on and will recover soon!
stripped of snow
the body of March lies bare
to the blinding sun
#haiku #revision
